Heather T

linger

we were dizzy lust

and low smolder embers

uttering gooseflesh

to pale the strolling bards

 

we swore by deep night murmuring

riding rivers of our sighs

gifting perfumed script

to blush the white

of our sheets

 

you said that you saw angels too

and I never minded

the climb of you

or the tangle of your vines

lilting warm into your gentle

to pool the oceans

of our eyes

 

lingering in strange doorways

our stars turned corners

and bruised our heels

 

once our circles made us

 

only who will moan me now

Comments7

  • willyweed

    torrid and powerful, ain't love grand!
    ww

    • Heather T

      Thanks for kind replies, WW. Love certainly can be!

    • ShannonXx

      This is beautiful

      • Heather T

        *huggles* Thank you, Shannon.

      • malubotelho

        I also love how you write because you are very, very talented and you don't spare the words. You really make a great use of them. Very professional writing. Thanks for sharing.

      • charlesbarrett

        Bravo. The imagery in this piece is amazing. I particularly liked “uttering gooseflesh”. You paint such vivid pictures with words. Nice work, as always. Thanks for sharing.

      • kevin browne

        now this heated my mind up whereby it got too hot but it's very very beautifully thought out and written. can't get enough of it actually but I hope the life of love progresses in good fashion. love to love.

      • Goldfinch60

        Powerfully passionate words. Good write.

      • Fay Slimm.

        Glad I did not miss this little gem - another piece of amazing word-usage Heather.



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