Ambrosial Aphrodite
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Pardon my long poem and alliterations lol written for tom woodys contest, on alliterations and love!
O beloved chevalier,
cloaked in shimmering champagne armor,
tonight I long to feel your sultry skin,
embroidered with emerald embellishments
and twinkling teal topaz,
tailored to tempt,
veiling these tanned desires.
My soul sways to a chained string
of softened serenades,
where the definitions
of this drawn devotion
dance amidst dusted darkness.
I still remember how you willfully
whispered wildflower wishes
to my wounded senses,
enlightening me with the tainted truth,
thawing thick polar ice walls
shielding my pale presence.
I remain the scintillating silhouette
of twin stars you’ve
sketched in sunflower silence,
across sepia skies above sleepless seas,
ferrying sapphire soliloquies.
The power of penciled prose
reignited flickering fireworks,
cosmically reuniting the cashmere
chorus of this lilac love.
We walked hand in hand,
with piercingly pristine poetry,
filling the impeccable emptiness,
emanating from unspoken poems
through the tingling tips
of our titillating fingers.
I ponder, if the magnolia moon followed
the fragrant footprints
of our flaming frequency,
would Cupid resting
on crooning constellations
then call this an endless endearment,
entwined in an inescapable entanglement?
Abandoning glimmering gold to
glide into a galactic sphere of
garnet glory,
tracing our heartbeats’ ricochet to
the same radiant rhythm,
oblivious to the malicious monologues
shadowing us like the cranberry crescent
and the tamarind twilight.
Now our spirits synchronize a halcyon hymn
in hibiscus harmony,
forsaking the heinous horizon
drenched in hidden hatred,
and I have no desire
to tame thorns and thistles
that may throttle our need to thrive.
Some might say
blindness has taken its place.
Yet, I care not for the somber sight,
when senses within
can feel the selfless grains
of your veracious verses,
vibrating the symphony of your
soulful sonnets through
your saccharine smile.
Tonight I seek the amorous amethysts
adorning alluring alliterations upon
my lyrical lips,
sprinkling me with daisy dunes
as the deserts rise to great heights,
lost in this musical moment,
as time sprouts fuchsia fields,
even through sullen seasons,
when fate finally
finds the roseate reason
to flourish our pearlescent path.
The universe had its ears
on the nocturnal nights
I’ve spent without you,
pleading to the
bleak, bruised clouds,
awaiting kaleidoscopic kismet
to glaze diamond
dews upon our destiny.
Reality has convinced me that dreams
no longer shine brighter,
as wrinkled winter now feels like summer,
when waltzing next to the hyacinth heart
of my bleeding ink.
Chaos became a motionless momentum,
merely magnified within magical melodies,
moving mystical mountains,
merged in melodramatic metaphors,
bringing your aesthetic aura
in ambient tides to rebirth a begonia beginning
that has no ending.
So, would you be my saintly sinner,
as our spirits collide,
eternally interlaced in
the ethereal infinity of the cosmos?
You are the winner of the glistening rays
that I’ve seized from the elysian meadows,
of your poetic petals...
Yours, forever,
an etched ambrosial Aphrodite,
weaving wonders across
the crystalline canvas for a trillion springs more.
Copyright © Ink Empress | Year Posted 2024
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