All groans play in grey/Morning Glory kisses from Mot/Reach for me

whisperingquill

All groans play in grey

 

File away the rays
of a sunny day flown
seance the ensconced
rage of a razor kiss blown

I found you where the air is thick
levitated in the fog your sin I keep
along the clog a whisper sings
into your wound my glow does seep

inside the rising sigh I skip into sublime
outside the climb within your dip I dine
these dreams I hang as sundrops of smiles
all halos flow through my pith for miles

conduit for contaminates my interval spins
erecting roods with spectrum roots that bloom
lotus prism wrangles in the tangled grism
n'er shall pain rise again nor doom ever win.

 

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Morning Glory kisses from Mot

 

Wake me when
your sorrow fades
hypnotized by your
velvet glissade

as stellar strands
seep into her
sleeping redeem
galaxies spin in
the respire of
her wisteria
reprieved

aegis my kiss
in the tungsten mist
my gaze grasps
the hand of my tryst

let's swirl babe
in the thump of a pearl
catching sighs of stars
tiffany setting parure

diddling with cloud of nine
stretching air castles
along reveries of séances
blemish my purity with
caricatures of immaturity

only the wind can rewind
within my climb the other side
will not see my portal slip
from a dying epiphany

loose grips of carmine fingertip's
a ricin kiss slips from stone lips
squeezing the short of long beams
ayvayi yemek breed the sin my queen.

 

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Reach for me

 

Fours times
within the rewind
I slay the sum
of her sunshine
let me eiderdown
the umbra of her eidolon

pound the sound
as heat reaches around
sucking on the glistening
crown of my prominent mound

even Luna is astound and bond
by the translucent shroud
that drapes the pulsing grace
of a cranium so profound.

as dawn gleams
in the afterglow
of her depleted cream
she whispers
aye Papi your a king

my soul is yours
this I strobe
in the flow
love me as sole

as we grow
as a frothy foam
in the sweetfire gloam
may we always roam.

 

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  • Author: Whisperingquill (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 15th, 2019 11:52
  • Category: Reflection
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  • User favorite of this poem: sylviasearcher.
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Comments1

  • sylviasearcher

    Ahhh now you have a trio of fans for your beautifil trio of poetry.
    I hope your modesty is intact 😌
    I thought the second was my favourite, then I thought it was the first.

    Then I realised they for me the three poems belonged together.

    Beginning with tenderness I felt awoken from a grey and taken into a beautiful world of hope and glory.

    Settled and conforted and able to indulge in reaching.

    Poetry is very powerful.

    Thanks for sharing these words and providing a fleeting evaporation of my grey.



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