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All the Pretty Words

"All the Pretty Words"
All the pretty words blooming like summer jonquils fade from the velvet fresh green tongues and rich fecund tussled beds of poets and minstrels strumming hearts with fingers that waltz over keys plucking tangos from dreams of sensitive fates who thought all their doors locked Shadow of ink smudged lips syllables sucked on and devoured from a broken feathered quill the breath taken away by the constant beat of consonants lusting for long torturous kisses organic is best for lovers who are lost and never coming back like leaves that have left the pages of Autumn now muting their true colours with Winter gets undressed All the pretty words imprinted on skin meant to be kissed All the pretty words bloomed like summer jonquils Perfume redolent still slumbers he faints ecstatically into the hollow of her neck He holds her in close and plays her like a sighing Cello outside the rain throws inside shadows on secrets never shared time transports moments in which honest characters playing charades legs wrapped like moist climbing ivy cling to each other through a storm of their own making they make their bed a landscape of wilful tempest vanilla bland and clean in this context is never met He whispers seductively, “The seasons haven’t completed their final symphony yet,” All the pretty words blooming potent poppies addictive unfurling on white winter sheets 'becoming' silver sage and slowly read (LadyLabyrinth/2019)
Billie Eilish - Lovely (Lyrics) ft. Khalid
"How ravished one could be without ever being touched. Ravished by dead words become obscene and dead ideas become obsessions.” D. H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley's Lover “It's no good trying to get rid of your own aloneness. You've got to stick to it all your life. Only at times, at times, the gap will be filled in. At times! But you have to wait for the times. Accept your own aloneness and stick to it, all your life. And then accept the times when the gap is filled in, when they come. But they've got to come. You can't force them.” D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley's Lover “Perhaps only people who are capable of real togetherness have that look of being alone in the universe. The others have a certain stickiness, they stick to the mass.” D. H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley's Lover

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Date: 9/29/2019 8:32:00 PM
there comes a time in the lives of some, where fantasy and reality merge creating an illusion where lovers have bonded for their own selfish reasons hoping to fill an emptiness that can never be filled no matter how intense the passion that can lose the soul to moments shared leaving only a silent memory that will turn to stone with the next rising sun that exposes Medusa to the heart
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Date: 9/30/2019 12:06:00 AM
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Date: 9/30/2019 12:03:00 AM