What Is
my words
suspended Icicles
at the edge of your
silence
-tears of snow
#micropoem #icicle #winter
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your words
sharp gleaming daggers
piercing the soft flesh
killing instantly
#icicles #micropoem #winter
What could be -
our love
electric and lyrical
like
icicle melting
on tongue
#winterlove #micropoem
I held the sun between my fingers
reminiscent
– your face
crimson with love
*****
early morning drizzle
all the words
you never say
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Sometimes
I wrap your silence around me
because
that’s the only way
to be close to you
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thoughts get frozen
in time and space
memories come
like blizzard of snow
bleeding heart leaves
a trail of hurt
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some questions
burn like embers
should I seek the answers
or just let them be?
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your love
wondrous
teasingly obscure
delicate, ethereal dream
untouchable and
beyond reach
just that
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A friend’s response on the above . Sharing because it is worth it.
Your glance fleeting,
Your presence lingering.
Your thoughts addicting,
The desire for you
ever-increasing
*****
shadow of the moon
staring hungrily
ravenously longingly
rich night sky
its hues and
changing patterns
remind me
of our love
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when I strip away the darkness
all that remains is
You
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come to me my beloved
brew me a cup
for the winter’s night
spice it with love
and stir it with passion
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O, dark muse of the night
seduce me with sultry dreams
for I am still
at the edge of desire
O, longing heart
should I succumb
or
fold the night
and tuck it away?
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your silence
cold, razor-sharp
my words
a shredded tapestry
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your silence
moves in the spaces
between my words
adding meaning to them
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your silence
an eternity
between my two words
Yes or NO
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your silence
a cacophony of
choking practicalities
my words
silence of
untamed fantasies
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words
cookie crumble
winds of change
scattered them
and now
all I have is
a quiet ache
a solitary pain
and
a handful of emptiness
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laid to rest
words
tied in neat bundles
darkness a ribbon
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you stripped me off my word garment
unraveled it quietly
pulled a good seam i guess
took the braid of thread
and walked away
there wasn’t a single knot
a perfect weave of silence and words
but how would You know
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your silence – my words
longing to touch
twirl the unseen thread of distance
around your nimble fingers
bring them close
let them merge
on your lips or mine
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Ever dealt with naked silence
it works best from a distance
somethings are better when under wraps
