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sensual shadows
drink a purpling moon
teasing dull silken glimmer
from scarves in their dance
along aubergine hollows
of candlelit thighs
softly flickering
fragrant with passion’s ablution
demure glints from peridot eyes
heighten moments
then falter and fade
receding beneath
the dim surface of time
in weak torture of
reconciled memory
(originally posted October 2013)
Both the title and the mood capture the moment I believe I was in reading this one. Super stuff Paul
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thanks, mike – how are the eyes?
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Cheers Paul. Touch wood getting much better. I found that after weeks consulting the medics the accidental sploshing of neat shampoo in the eye while showering triggered the improvement!
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This speaks my language…
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much appreciated
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Welcome.
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Perfection.
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many thanks
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Welcome.
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I love the images of shades of purple and jewels. They reflect the magenta sky and the moon.
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I somehow find calmness from these colors
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This remind me of the song that begins ” When the Deep Purple falls.
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I remember that – good song
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You are a fine poet. Like your life story also. And I appreciate you dropping by my blog today
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many thanks for your thoughtful comment
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