Sable Mist



there is that longing without being
which craves which
intangible substance of dreams
velvet petal flower of mist
dipped in kisses deep as sable
lipped by satori
flipped in nirvana
clipped to earth
in the green sunshine
toil
soil
bequeathes a passing instant
transient bubbling jewels
flourish a wish
or two
me you
you me
are who
we be
still
there is that longing
which craves which
dipped in kisses deep as sable
velvet petal flower of mist
intangible substance of dreams



Poetry by fyodr
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Written on 2007-07-05 at 02:12

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Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
Beautiful fyodr - I love this style of writing

Elle :)
2007-07-05