Autumn Fire/Winter’s Desire #1LinerWeds

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Stealing itself against the sharp edge of Winter,

waiting in silent anticipation of day’s end

 

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Sun’s last cry of surrender to night strikes

her cold, hard body, as flint to steel..

 

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Igniting a spark, flicker of brilliance

setting Autumn’s fine petticoats on fire!

Watch her sway and burn with bright desire

to be caressed by his glow, kissed by his hot breath

as bitter darkness follows close behind.

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But in that briefest of moments she blazes with glory,

they dance in fiery passion, embracing end of day

when azure skies and butterflies have gone away.

Promises are whispered in the shadow of delight

that while she sleeps he will keep the firelight

aglow.

She knows

his word is true.

“See you in the Spring, my lovely,” he whispers as he slips the petticoats from her

body and kisses her to sleep.

Do not weep.

She will return, together they will burn again in Spring.

 

CKP Copyright words and images 2018

Love the Ink Spots…

 

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Golden/Poetry/Photography

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Pure delight-

veil of oblivion

obscures the world

of curious eyes,

no more you and me,

we blend as one in

ecstatic golden euphoria

that numbs the senses

shatters my defenses,

soul laid bare and

barely aware of time,

our enemy and friend

and thus we pretend

we are are its master

as it marches ever faster,

stealing the future,

clouding the past,

as evening casts

long shadows

where we lay

spent,

content,

he ticks his tock,

this bitter clock

called a life,

within its well

hope springs

eternal!

 

CherylKP

copyright words and image 2018

 

 

 

What Matters…

What we hold in the palm of our hands,

delicate gift, the heart understands.

What we possess but forget

in the wake of regret

withers in shadow

of doubt.

 

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Fragrant remains of desire,

kindling for funeral pyre,

The bits that you clutch,

have so numbed your touch,

while faint memory lingers

I slip through your fingers

as dust in the wind

and no way to mend

the bridge that once

called you a friend.

Forgotten.

 

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2018

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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I gave you all that pain allowed,

wiped every tear and thusly vowed

to keep my tender heart confined,

the unseen chains that I designed

were all that would embrace me,

enfold, protect, encase me.

And yet, somewhere within this cell

there lies the deepest, hopeful well

of adoration, inclination,

burning, churning, yearning-

that you find me and remind me

how it feels to feel again.

 

CKP copyright words and image 2018