Encaptured

Her skin is like fire
her breath, distant desire
Flowers meet
for their annual feast
any time you kiss
her meatiness white…

Her hair comes from the stars
a supernova dust
it shines and coils
and transports

all of you

in a magic land…

Where seas are soft and wild

Winds blow

Of unknown stories

That paint and burn

Sounds

On your skin

That rekindle

Every time

She moves in sight…

 

 

 

Art by Julia Gabrielov.

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She is primarily a teacher of English. Also her mind is lured by goodies like finance, economics, interest rates, the stock market, as she has a hankering for how the money is made. Nevertheless she is a dreamer on a cloud...As dreams cost nothing... In ordinary days she is a word-weaver for everything and everything that breathes. In the best of days she just follows the seasons by means of bike, skis, or roller-skates. She is grateful to all colors of the world and to people who read, laugh, smile and drop a line here, or on her email.

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Posted in Invisible stories, Iron Tales, My poems
3 comments on “Encaptured
  1. chevvy8 says:

    This is exquisite! I loved it!

    Liked by 1 person

Your words are stardust, they shine and sparkle in my heart. Thank you!

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