Ceremonial Centuries
28 August 2016
She wears me
Like cloak of the night
Deep the probe
Velvet robe
I give in to her dark might
No desire to fight
She gifts me
Honey from the bees
Poisoned vines
Heady wines
From deep millenary caves
Lair the reaper paves
Twined voices
We offer choices
Oracles
Dark and Light
Compounded the miracles
Of steps in advance
Prime numbers
Divide infinite
Deep slumbers
They awake
Nails across blackboards they rake
Lessons to be learnt
I gift her
The past reckonings
Of morrows
Built in air
The knowledge she has been there
Inside new future
I wear her
Like remnants of fur
Naked flesh
Stretched afresh
Ceremonial centuries
Shredded now at ease
Reading of the poem:
Our Love is Easy – Melody Gardot
Nice.your wordings in your voice beautiful
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Thank you 🙂
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Ethereal – for ever
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Thank you Derrick 🙂
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nice one again..excellent verses… cheers
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Thanks a lot. Cheers
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Beautifully written, that is plain to see…
chris
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Thank you Chris for your kind words
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Whoops i wrote that?
lol
hugs chris
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Yes you did; no taking that back now 😜😋. Hugs back to you
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Damn!
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😘😀
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Stickers!
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So beautiful!
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Thank you so much!
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