The Short Tale Of A Tall Girl Named Synergy~

With your body

painted over mine

the mood becomes burgundy

and the wine

becomes

blues

an old tune

carried in a patchwork pocket

of an old man

with youth on his lips

fingertips tapping out a melody

in angel bones

from every rivet

of my spine

seeds

blooms

a stem for the vase of my hips

with your body

painted over mine

 

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Reviews

[Ariel B.]

Ohhhh I love this. I love the bookend sentences. I love "the mood becomes burgundy and the wine becomes blues." I love "a stem for the vase of my hips." This is maybe my all-time favourite of yours, at least right now - it's beautiful and perfect and perfectly complete within itself.

[John Jackson (El Juero)]

...from an old(ish) Man with youth on his lips, I say marvelous! I really like reading and pondering what comes out of that brilliant mind of yours.

[paul]

ahh... magic.

[FireWoman]

Sentimental journey through space and time seasoned with just a splash on melancholy swoons.

[SpokenWord]

Beautiful images of sensuality that stream like a poetic vision. I really like the ending from the seeds down to the bloom and the visual of a stem for the vase of your hips. Beautiful indeed!

[OT]

sensual tinges - surreal strings - musicality in the words here - song like delicacy - loved it!

[Amber Betty Marie Child..]

you prove atmosphereic wives tales
maybe they are old wives tales, just unknown
because something deep in you is so.......

[.]

wow..that was stunning..sensual hues painted across the page.

[Ruth]

Your pen can create the most amazing scenes and this is way behind words....I shall leave four..

I am in awe :)

xx

[Linear]

With ruby tipped darts that rip through sapphire hearts, you would paint a diamond body over the alabaster port-hole of my soul.

:0)