Thrice
Jade-Pandora

ThriceI:
our flotilla;
your cupped hands
the grace of my rib cage
as we drift toward
the shelter of a quiet cove
II:
my hair tangles
the valves of your heart
holding you at bay
for a moment
till I return your breath
III:
the children we were
play together
share ev'ry secret
rolling in the grass, always
laughing in our dreams

my hair tangles / the valves of your heart 



Seven Devils
trifle-observation

Mature Content

Thing is, once I got out, got sober, I remembered all of the things I used to have to live for .



Coalescence in (and of) Poetry
Sammur-amat

Coalescence in (and of) Poetry                                              Chatoyant stargazer, you with
                                              skin as opulent as spring itself
                                              hair a realm where fairies roam
                                              limbs redolent of riverbed soil
                                              lead me to the illusive seams
         

lead me to the illusive seams / of this halcyon of gossamer dreams

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