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and all that jazz
by Maria Massarella
Sometimes
in my dreams
ti sento i hear-feel you
the melody the chords
allure of tones
the immediacy
of mystic percussions
spine-tingles
rhythms my pulse
my senses comply
vibrant to the heat of
your hissing arpeggio
in spaces beyond
touch
where you slink me in
to liquid surrender
*m.angelina
04/06/2008 Posted on 04/06/2008
Copyright © 2024 Maria Massarella
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by JD Clay on 04/06/08 at 03:45 PM Any musician whoever scored a treble clef can appreciate poetry such as this.
In your appeasement you've crafted the perfect adagio, a willing accomplice to a beautiful verse. >>>
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| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 04/07/08 at 12:11 AM "Music" both senuous and sensual! |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 04/08/08 at 01:09 PM Angel, this is so very lovely. Shivering beauty, this eloquent poem, yours. |
| Posted by Alisa Js on 04/08/08 at 09:48 PM What an esoteric symphony for the angels to enjoy along with us out here... aloha to you from Hawaii.. alisa ;-0 |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 05/06/08 at 06:58 PM Your poem is music to the eye and mind Maria...CharMin |
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