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Nocturnes of Surrender

You speak, and my spine remembers that I was built to bow. Your breath: a nocturne in C sharp minor— unasked, entering… disarming, following. You lean in like Chopin leaned on silence— possessively, melancholic need before sound—searing hushes that demand submission in return. And I am raindrops to your sustaining notes…. storming into the song’s development— I become the keys, and you the fingers… —you press out sounds of me— architectures, arts, poesy, nocturnes of surrender rising in my throat… into yours.

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Date: 5/26/2025 2:38:00 PM
woe...who taught you how to write like that...such thuh pleasure to read dear poet...oh how your think's writes have evolved...awesome....much love
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Laura Breidenthal
Date: 6/12/2025 12:02:00 AM
James!!! You’ve been with me since I started posting on PS… thanks for your constant encouragement! <3 Laura
Date: 5/25/2025 8:49:00 PM
I was trying to think of something meaningful and perhaps even profound until I read Justin's comment which like your poem has left me speechless. Let me just say, you have written a moving piece, both loving and sensual. Hope you're well.
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Laura Breidenthal
Date: 5/25/2025 9:12:00 PM
Much love James. You know I always appreciate your kind words. They mean a lot to me. And yes—Justin always floors me with his poetry and comments. I hope you’re well too… thanks always for reading!! <3 Laura
Date: 5/12/2025 8:23:00 PM
There is a tablature of your love that can only be played in the perfect warmth of honest heart fire, wherein the gem keys of your kisses confirm the notes of pulse driven inspiration arriving upon the silken strings of our senses with poetic precision, the music living like a velvet texture teaching the skin of soul the meaning of pleasure...this poem is sophisticated sensuality Poetess. You are a passion with no limitations...Justin
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Laura Breidenthal
Date: 5/25/2025 9:09:00 PM
As are you Justin! Your words are like music to me, your own textures of expression sophisticated and unique. Much love <3 Laura

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