Quivering inside my dreams are elaborate colors that dance on my tongue.........
The bond between us does not quite speak to the stars as precious carvings but as seeds of happiness. Here you see me in thought rearranging reflections inside a message held in glass.
Far away I hold my breath then let it out to chase dream-filled sleep. Soft sighs escape streaming through the night in shells of kisses moving ultimately to form this lovely smile I keep.
Quivering inside my dreams are elaborate colors that dance on my tongue. I taste them as whispers of you. The bond between us does not quite speak to the stars, but here in my dreams is sung.
Sometimes that bond is a blessing..yes...but at times..also makes us realise that nothing is quiet perfect! This is beautifully written Neva...I think its important to know what depths a relationship truly knows! Not always what we think! xx
Like the way the idealised is not quite reached ... this seems to make the focus on the dream images the more realistic. Esp like the notion of being IN the glass rearranging things. Very much like 'in shells of kisses', also the notion of tasting whispers. But the best part is the idea of 'not quite' with the stars, focusing the reader on the greater immediacy of the dream.
A sensual, passionate, and intimate poem. I love the warmth of the speaker's voice...it draws me in, makes me feel welcome to the viewing of this moment between lovers.
Hello, I am Neva, 4i, from Atlanta, Georgia.
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