We watch the night sky, safe under its lights, reading a language of the night. Our hands fumble, circle as if in orbit, landing inside each other’s magnetic field.
We whisper to one another in a planet’s dialect, built by a syntax of suns, stanzas that play between solar winds and the ultraviolet, poetry of passion and reaction.
And upon summers like this one, many readers like us have lain and will lie in the quiet, underling quotes of hot stars in a sticky cluster, a mingling of gravity and motion.
Even at this remote position, far out on a limb of a galaxy, we know the shape of light, its means of flicker.
We accept that light is a fallible hydrogen, a spinning of stories, fiction, changing faster than longing, where denouements appear daily and relationships serve as catharsis.
Our simple act is a holding of hands, a close reading of one another, which may last for a second or for an entire space time continuum.
Our bodies move closer, clumsy, as if forever threatens to do away with us. We touch before daylight strips away our nakedness.
That’s when I let you kiss me.
I laugh with the universe in my lips.
“Universe in my lips”.. this speaks such deep meanings that really I could feel.
Amazing!
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This is way cool. Great use of language.
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This is amazing. I love this!
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Super breathe sigh worthy!!! 😍😘
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Whether Venus, or Mars; when two hearts truly align. The language of love is heard, and translated into same dialect! Beautifully written!
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Wow😍
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This is beautiful 😍
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Thanks so much!!
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This sticks to my bones. Exquisite!
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Fantabulous! 😎🥀😎🥀😎🥀
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Beautiful. Anything that involves the universe and love – sign me up!
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The art, and it’s sharing, as all things cosmic, as lovers. beautiful
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An interesting and intriguing title. Carbon. And a poem combining feeling, emotion and, unusually perhaps, science.
A good choice. A good choice of title and subject. For my taste at least.
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Beautiful and moving.
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“That’s when I let you kiss me.
I laugh with the universe in my lips.”
What a cool end…it makes not want the poem to end
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I love this.
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That was amazeballs!! Love it! ♥️
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Really Beautiful
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Hi
Thank you. I am happy to see your wonderful poem. It gives me a thoughtful thinking and am happy for that. That is always my intention to see a post that gives me happiness.
Am happy to share at least a part of that happiness and love here as am commenting now.
Well, If I wish to be happy is inevitable to keep the vibes flowing.
Cheers,
PATRICK
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It sounded magical! Not lovely or beautiful. That wouldn’t suffice! Magical is the word here 🙂
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‘ where denouements appear daily and relationships serve as catharsis. ‘ . . . I really enjoyed reading this and trust me, your photo choices are always superlative. re-blogged.
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Love the flow of this poem
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*Mind blown* by this line, “We whisper to one another in a planet’s dialect, built by a syntax of suns, stanzas that play between solar winds and the ultraviolet, poetry of passion and reaction.”
One of the best lines I’ve read today!
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You words have the power to carry someone to your universe.
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LOVE this! I’m biased toward the galactic though. 🙂
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