Ethereal strings
trail in the wake
of your hover
casting periwinkle
daydreams,
seducing the
apricot cotton
willow to sway
weeping embers
of flawless-ness,
a silken harpy
strums the harp
of Eros
shedding shadows
of yesterday's uprising,
I drown in the
sands of your
dahlia quiddity
so I may embed
teal lotuses
to pacify the relentless
thirst of Venus
telekinetic synchronicity
etched into the
duodenum of
the celestial
archives,
only to play
in the projected
hiccup of the Sun .
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Author:
Whisperingquill (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 11th, 2017 06:51
- Category: Love
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Comments1
My I enter your ethereal world and join you. I could be the harp player or seducer. Please not the hiccup or duodenum. Wild man, wild.
I need a piano player brother . 👍🏼
I can chords and a little melody plus vocals, rich on vocals.
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