Caress of onyx, stroking through a
rush
of veins, swirling into fevered
roars—only
to succumb to the inevitable
force
of a cascade’s fate—o’er rocks and
crags
of stone, uncircumcised wraiths, as
always,
lie in wait, upon the shorelines,
where
you’ll be—exhausted, spent, alone,
together,
there we’ll be, enrapt and un-yet
soured,
coasting still amidst the river’s might,
a
tract of wet, we’ve claimed as our own, this
stretch
of dusking light—caressed and bathed
by
a kind-cruel moon, as darkness, yet more,
feeds
it’s bride the evening shore
I love the ebb and flow of your poem!
ReplyDeleteOooh...this is very nice!
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Great mixture of all the feels and sights of nature into a contrast of the deep. As the dark starts to creep.
ReplyDeletelots of great action and movement in this as well as texture which gives it emotion as well..and def some shadow play...
ReplyDeleteRather like a trance, darkness as a wisp and wave. This reads rather dreamlike.
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