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musing on...

by Maria Massarella

when 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 © 2022 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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