Sotto Poet Poet Free verse

Serendipity's Gentle Shake

Written: April 18, 2025, for Contest Sponsored by Brian Strand

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 . .  .  here comes the m o o n
taking shape as a girl
her golden skin, aglow
peering through the door
and slipping into the room
I grasp her across 
            the crowded space
            cerulean hair cascading
            as a waterfall over rounded
            c r e a m y shoulders
her eyes glinting as twin stars
are framed by a curving smile 
that splits her shell-pink lips
as our gazes lock, 
such a gentle breeze
                       that tease spring buds
                       her laughter carries 
                       a sweet scent of honeysuckle
beckoning me to step closer

here comes warmth
a candle soft flicker
and amber flames dance silently 
around the silhouette of her curves
shadowed with f e r vo r
                   winding through a maze of people
                   I find her waiting 
                   beneath the half-moon
                   her hands outstretched 
                   like a lifeline
                   pulling me from dark waters
                   our fingers intertwine—
                   her skin is smooth 
                   like sateen sheets
I twist myself into 
                   the folds of her body 
                   as her silken velvet voice 
                   melts between teeth like
                   sumptuous chocolate mousse
our parched mouths meet
kisses crash like thundering waves
drinking in the tart berry sweetness
                   and savoring every flavor of her

here comes desire
a flash of your eyes
a kaleidoscope of storms
                reflected in the blue—
                caught within the blue
                swirling like northern lights
on a cold winter night
I lay dazed and amused
drawn to your smile
               here comes a kiss
               upon our warm, starlit lips
               and I inhale your scent
               a sweet, rare perfume aura
under sheets of rolling hills
caressed by moonlight
the river whispers
                       “drown in my f l o w.”

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Duke Beaufort April 21, 2025 at 4:44 AM SP, this brings the moon to life in a very "touching" way. It shows that great pleasure can come from the world we live in. Very pleasant indeed. Smiles!

Victor Buhagiar April 18, 2025 at 10:46 AM This poem is incredibly beautiful. Splendid alliteration and imagery, with a touch of personification. A poem that leaves you dreaming in a haunting way. Best for a win.