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Do You Remember

Every moment is a potion mixing
      in the adjoinisent wave.
         Where possibility falls like raindrops, 
       leaving you with the wonder of knowing; 
       how things are to be, how it is to behave.

     Do you remember a time the warm summer air 
   gave birth to hatchlings that cloud-bursted 
              into your makeshift oasis?
              By the Sea a Pool or a Pond, River, 
           Lake or Stream.
     Born out of the blue, streaking 
                     and skinny dipping back in, like a fiend.
R-Will-searching for love's Strombolient Cave, 
rippled in urging,- execution of means and way.

    Bursting anew into a heat seeking ring; 
     a resurging the repurposing of will 
    and union and new beginning from that day. 
    A whispered hint, a sneak peek from one 
       that has a hard time keeping a secret.
  I must say!
        Condensation passes from Her dripping maw, 
      savors, in understanding,
favors our barrage of desires,
with flavors grinning long.

Possibility indeed falls like raindrops, 
bursting wet and pure. 
Standing at our precipice,
rapping at our gate,
demuir
circumstances courting you in a belly-dance, 
around that trial by fire, pregnant with fertility,
forged by the desire of our contemplate, inspired nativity.

Mystery's lungs breathe in perfect timing.
The sigh, heard as an inaudible
bracelet rattle, singing, opining.
Skipping, smirking, teasing and tattling.
Mother Love in Love in the distance you can hear the humming feminine prattle.
Peddling, a dance of pounces onto bare footing,
for riding atop of and settling, saddling.
in happiness's tantric trance.
Gaia roundabout,
Straddling.
Fairied in a Feminine dream.
Ferried by empathy.
Stitching stitchlings into
hand-maidens and hand-maidens
into the fabrics seams.
         Seems as if the Familiar lips, 
the atmospheres sway of hips; adept 
the sensor censer of Holy Smoke equipped 
with Angelic Sound, an anonomous kiss, 
above Consecrated Ground is not at all
remiss.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2020




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