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About This Poem
Shivers
Ashes adrift in cold breezy whispers
Mesmerized Monday finally seen
So I sat here/there fingers achingly tapless over blurred keys.
Wetly wondering in salted moving air...
Clouds huddle together crowding for position-
avoiding the ever sinking sun
Welcoming darkness impatient in the wings....
Soon .....well soon enough words would dribble-
dropping double entendres in croissant swirls.
Darting and daring to form movements
creating caresses to shiver-
shudder tingle spine touches...
tuning vibrating space in distant time
timely distance
springing to spark the awe of appreciation
begging for light to guide them
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