Nebulaic

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    Nebulaic

    Like free-falling from the farthest reaches of

    An atmospheric height, into the tight ensconcing warmth of

    Blankets up against my skin—

    Within your arms that’s what I feel and sense as

    Your breath condenses in my hair, the caressing of

    Your touch that lulls me into sleepy appetites, waxing nights that bloom into

    Exquisite sensitivities, permeating cavities to melt us into one.

    But once is not enough it seems, and so we leisure on the brink, to

    Dip and sink again into the pools of heated touch. Like flames beginning to

    Consume their source of needed energy, consummated, we begin to

    Feel the ebbing of our needs. And at last into

    The realms of restless satisfied repose, we have thrown our caution to

    The wind, and I am caught up yet again, in the perfect light of

    Dying stars, as I lie sleeping in your arms.

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    Kalyana commented on Nebulaic

    09-02-2010

    Franz Kafka's comment over poetry given below is exactly what you have done. You say something that everybody knows in a subtle art form. Exquisite!

    morgainecnyll

    09/02/2010

    thank you very much!

    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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