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musing on...
by Maria Massarellawhen dreams be
late their arrival
i let them be-
come me
voicing song
my mouth curves
to the lyrics
hugging passion
my hips be -
guile their s way
to the fire of yours
in a whisperbreath
my fingertips
graze the infinite
and in the tempo
of a tango
I am t here
*m.a
01/25/2013 Author's Note: well what actually swayed while I was composing the above (online-only minutes ago)was my chair and desk to the rhythm a of an earthquake that interrupted my inspiration there where i wrote "to the fire of yours"...
Posted on 01/25/2013
Copyright © 2025 Maria Massarella
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 01/25/13 at 02:17 PM Earthquake? This is quite good,given the circumstances....on its way to excellence. |
| Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 01/25/13 at 02:20 PM I hope your ok! |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 01/25/13 at 03:24 PM Lovely little piece and you sure it wasn't your thoughts which made the earth quake. |
| Posted by Kate Demeree on 06/11/14 at 01:32 AM Ummm.... to me it is like a dance... with words and very seductive....... I rather enjoyed it! |
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