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Seraph In The Nude
by Trisha De GraciaSmiling there
silvertongued and garnished words decant from lips like tainted cherries
(touchable, so touchable),
the streams of energy exuding from every pore and permeable surface
wash over my corporeal form
like whitelight diffusions
blazing into capillaries that never knew your name before this single, still-framed moment
where the multi-dimensional Gaeas slowly prostrate themselves
before the cloudborne glimmer that richochets off your mirrored irises.
To your ever-cocking halo
shakey on it's pedestal
the winds and rays of golden light pay homage.
They bathe in the scent of your hair
and your silver skin that holds the imprints of my fingers so well
that every single slide of a tip is forever imbedded
in the flesh of this perfectly marred apparition.
The vision presents itself to me
like a long deceased dream that never stopped breathing.
With your hands
the stars, looking over a well-painted paradise
touch their own heavenly forms
and shudder.
12/26/2003 Author's Note: An angel... Not perfect, not ideal, not exempt... but beautiful.
Posted on 12/26/2003
Copyright © 2024 Trisha De Gracia
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Rachelle Howe on 12/30/03 at 03:07 PM *smacksmack, lips go smacksmack.* MMmmmm... and this is why i wake up in the morning. *clicks the favorite button.* |
| Posted by Wendy Geal on 02/29/04 at 11:56 PM i love this! it flows together beautifully & serene ::xoxo:: |
| Posted by Terry Olynik on 10/16/05 at 03:57 AM Multiple, mind-blowing images. Safe to say, your in love? |
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