Autumn Skin~

I love the way you messed up my topography

for any other traveler

how your finger paints remain in sensual hues

on the inside of my hip bones

the sound of whispering seduction

still traces the curves of my pointy ears

which were ever an endless source

of amusement

for you

I love the way you rebuilt my continental divide

for yourself

how you brought me to the clouds in a rainbow arch

curved spine

my fingertips discovering their grooves

in your shoulder blades

while your rain found the puddles of my mud

gave my foundation

wine

from fountains in the vinyards of your personal memory

I love the way you peeled back my landscape

just enough to bury yourself

deep enough

where the memory feels like dreaming

the mornings feel like a kiss

and the nights birth the ghosts from my bones

to take the colors you buried in my hips

just for these celebrations

where I light a candle

and strip my senses to the naked skin

in festival

for the intimate memory of you

dreaming itself through my spine

at autumn moon

 

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Reviews

[asdarkeyesclose]

'where the memory feels like dreaming

the mornings feel like a kiss

and the nights birth the ghosts from my bones

to take the colors you buried in my hips

just for these celebrations'

the plethora of image dancing under your fingertips, always immediate, always inspired. i loved every word of this, you invite the reader into your world and we are entranced by poetic images that reach deep into the depths of our hearts and souls like little magnets tugging at the fabric of us, taking us on a poetic journey far reaching and in this case intensely intimate. your writing is very special indeed :)

[LilyT]

Hot damn, Selene. I know no one else who can completely seduce the senses in a less unobrtusive manner than you. This is felt. . . .



I love the way you rebuilt my continental divide

for yourself

how you brought me to the clouds in a rainbow arch

curved spine

my fingertips discovering their grooves

in your shoulder blades

while your rain found the puddles of my mud

gave my foundation

wine

from fountains in the vinyards of your personal memory

[Reese38]

And I love the presentation. Your love stories are as beautiful and unique as the woman who writes them. The implied sensuality is a soft embrace.

I love the way you peeled back my landscape

just enough to bury yourself

deep enough

where the memory feels like dreaming

the mornings feel like a kiss

and the nights birth the ghosts from my bones

to take the colors you buried in my hips

just for these celebrations

where I light a candle

and strip my senses to the naked skin

in festival

for the intimate memory of you

dreaming itself through my spine

at autumn moon

[Crow]

I am awed by the imagery of your well chosen words, and how they arouse the senses.

Surreal enchantment, True art of love ~ Miraculous!

[SkinlessFrank]

yes these lovers alter our terrain and all who follow must navigate the erosion begun and we forever feel the paths they tread

[Bard Constantine]

... this brushes the sensual mind lightly with electric feathers. Exquisite...

[Lilly Negoi]

this is not to be reviewed - this is to be inhaled and get drunk with...

[Robin]

love , in colors and sensations that others only can dream of ~

[.]

well...if a surrealist fell in love, is this what it would taste like? :)

[Ed Hart]

yes ed, keep clicking your heels together, you'll get there