In the sanctuary of reminiscence

Dahlia scented dew-drops shiver and fall

from the sandy beach of sun-kissed cheek

As dreams ensnare vanilla days by the

sweet curvature of rose-tipped lips.

The lines of my palms intertwine

like sweeping, limber willow's limbs

They weep dusky tears that taste of

the wilting of brittle memories.

Alone, i've let you slip precariously through

the meek cusp of french-tipped fingers

And the crystalline calls of time ring true,

Only when the tide of my thoughts turn to you.

Sweet zinfadel by stemmed glass distracts

The pearls of her eyes wander abroad

Across the jealous wrinkles of time

Sighing away the tune of recycled rhyme

Camouflaging the intensity of

Wicked fears and smoldering fallen tears

so the world can't see the blue of my visage

Drowning in the silent shackles of sacrifice

Scented saffron, the incense of her de ja vu

As surreal petals of pisces-dipped delphinium

Ignites the luscious, blooming kiss

of a waking satyr serenity.

Channeling the sublime of your decadence

is like a sweeping rain, bathed in 

refracting images of silvering gleam

Picturesque, his words shine like a gold autumn scene. 

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

The beauty of that first passage transported me to the sea... glinting of sensual sweet songs... From there sensations across time sang, so often bittersweet... and your lingering lines voice the most extravagant of love's wonders. (Even your introduction releases a light to those weary of the darkness... a sweet sanctuary hidden in the mind's hallways... How i've known that garden's grace so well over the years.) You truly know how to charm words and make each line a world unto itself...

[Devons]

Some sparkling lines washing up on a tidal sea of textural imagery. This is rich in evocative language, with a kind of perpetual motion in its essence and structure. A fine balance has been achieved between weight of description and meaning, and in such cases it is something which can easily become overdone and self-indulgent. Well conceived.

[Kristallo]

From you, that means a lot (I very much admire your writing). Thank you so much, Devons.

[Michael X]

wow, your flow takes on a painted horizon shining across the detail, each
word is a color that creates a scene of an enlightened outlook, outstanding

[...]

a canvas painted for all to see the world inside your deep dark sea :) amazing!

[Eve]

This poem and this picture were made for each other, both complex in the visage and mind, I do that sometimes....get lost in my mind to take me away from the realities of life, to sail away on a wind billowed boat out into the sea of forgetfulness, where kisses still burn and the blood still boils like a turbulant sea...gorgeous write .

[Eric Cox]

Poetry as a painting, love the imagery penned. Creatively cool write. Nicely done!

[Rosalind Gale]

I love this so much K, the esoteric images and colours imagined; Puts me in the mood to play a record by Kate Bush - and perhaps therein lies the beauty, for me anyway - celestial, other-wordly - and above all, original.
Rosa -x-

[MoriartyMesa]

This is one of those pieces that didnt need anything extra than the image for the reader to create with the words. Everything is laid to the order for the brain to create something, granted not as close as what you created. But close.

[Sethnicity]

Ahhh.. everyone I've read to day seems to be in a decisively reflective mood! I guess I like the company. Not sure which stanza is my favorite 3 or 5, but as a completed work you have done great justice to all the writers here by allowing us to read. I love how you drift in and out of the frame of reference, from female to omnipotent!