he fed me with words
what a delicate stomach that i have
such lovely skills he has
and the words ~ before ~so untied
now have a body and breathe
my breast arched like a bow
my breath so silently ~ rested ~
repeat an echo on my heart
feeling at the beginning
that was a soft blowing
no, no ~a murmur~ insisting
a punch … makes me pull the air
while i inhale scent of fruits
and i tilt myself again
not as an arch but as a woman
what a sophisticated love is that
food me with his words and breathing me as his air
Beautiful!… and delicious…
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Thanks Poet….This poem is dedicated to imagination…..Kisses
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Yes, Mirna-delicate as a feather with an underlying substance and life! More than that as well, left for the imagination and beyond. Boa Pascoa pra Voce e todo o mundo-Mishka Allport-Fortaleza, Brasil
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Boa Páscoa Poeta….um beijo e obrigada Misha….
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Photos and words were amazing. I like the gentle and positive feel of the poem. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry and artwork.
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Hello Poet…Thanks so much you are very welcome…… 🙂 🙂
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The rain is so softly falling Falling I can barely hear it over my breath Yet it’s still evading Throughout the moist evening A thing like from another world A world round like a peach colored The soft wet drops insisting That they are there only if one listens Behind the lungs that glisten And move their own moisture Forevermore
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BRAVO my friend….and thanks so so much….i loved your words Stan…. 🙂 🙂
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Hi Mirna. I just love your new gravatar picture 😀 ❤
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Thanks my friend…glad you liked it….Kisses Ralph….
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Kisses back to you my friend ❤
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