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The sweet ripe poetry of you -don't pretend I can't smell or see
how you languish in our bed,
how the pillow is a prayer
and your shoulders
just reach up to the sky.
Donβt think I am not dreaming
of your hands
and the nimble minions
of my ankles
always reaching out
to tell you
it is an August night;
that deep blue suits you
and the moon is waiting
to make its first move.
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Glad you like it. Thanks!
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Thank you very much.Β
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βHow the pillow is a prayerβ and the last two lines are my favorite. The whole piece is stunning and seductive. I love it so much!
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Thanks so much! I dread writing endings so I am glad you like it.Β
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Thanks. Words do paint.Β
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lovely poem, wasn't sure if you were making love to a human or nature itself.
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Thank you very much. My work tends to be a
bit vague. I like people to take what they want from my words.Β
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I like that word. It reminds me of your art! Thanks.Β
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Hey Brendan. I haven't been on here for ages. Good to see you are still keep on writing.
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I am just recently returned myself. The muse fled two years ago and is just returning. It is good to see you as well. Do you plan on staying?
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That's good! I've only posted some GIFs which I learn how to do next other than photomanip and poems. I'm here sometimes to gather resources but other than that, to stalk new artists. I plan on staying but on the long run, it might change from time to time 
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always reaching out
to tell you
it is an august night;
that deep blue suits you
and the moon is waiting
to makes its first move.
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Thanks- I am glad you like it.Β
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