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Midnight

In the steel blue light
fingers trace the spine
Defining the sharp arch
of blade with ease

Down atop the peaked
bottom you stoke lightly
Slightly enough to bump
and smooth goosed skin

Finding the sides curved
arcane and profound
You mimic with your lips
That deep bow flashing

Over now and only more
crests and dells conquered
It's like being in someone else’s
acid trip when you kiss me

Drunk on words and passion
and still, silently this prayer
is composed by subtle hands
Trapped inside your touch

 

— theladyblue, Feb 26, 2009

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Conect11

17 years 3 months ago

I like the idea of using

"In the steel blue light" as your title. I know, it's a lazy cop out on my part, since it's the first line, but I think it works really well, especially to set the mood of the poem. Love the sensuality here, "being in some else's acid trip," did you mean "someone else's?" I really love that line, didn't even notice the perceived typo until just now." Also should "Its" be "It's?" Really like the sound repetition in "Lightly" and "slightly," that works really well and adds to the atmosphere you've got going here. Mark W. "our hope is in the living God, who is the Savior of all people and particularly of all believers." 1 Timothy 4:10
theladyblue

theladyblue

17 years 3 months ago

you know that was my title...

and then i realized that my first stanza was a line short and i could find a line that fit better than that so it seems i am back at square one lol...i just dont feel that the first stanza can hold its own with only three lines...and at the present i am drawing a blank lol Thanks so much for the read!!! <3 Emarie @~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~@ 'My prayer is a rapture in blue' - The Ink Spots 'My Prayer' 1939
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LissaMine

17 years 3 months ago

The power of a kiss

The kisses that seem to last forever and make your foot raise just a little, you curl your toes in anticipation of the next touch. Loved it Emarie 5/5 Lissa I hold it true, whatever befall; I feel it, when I sorrow most; 'Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all.

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