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A Poem by A.A.Romanczuk

There is a soft fury

Furiously fluttering

Down in a tantrum

Frigid and white

Silencing the world

Like the set curve

Of a woman’s back

Turned in displeasure

Even as the penitent

Lover draws his mouth

Wet with desire, paralyzed

Across the barren plane

Until she lies soft and open

A cold

Shimmering beauty

Anxious for the sun

To bring her

To that

Melting point

© 2016 A.A.Romanczuk

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Love the sensual overtones natural as the nature you describe in so uniquely you a way and I could go on in circles with floral praise and ebullient burstings but shall away before my mind allows my queued linguistics to carry me off on tangient only I could fully comprehend... you are an artist...from the moment I set eyes on that which glows radiant from within you I thought then as I do now... Splendid shelf in every aspect of literary skill...

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Added on January 24, 2016
Last Updated on January 24, 2016




“A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.” - Oscar Wilde Feel free to check out my first publis.. more..

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