tagNon-Erotic Poetrya mote in gods i

a mote in gods i


with in depths so yawning wide defies imagination
with in cozy fields of comfort hide ember glowing
amber tides to wash the weary mind


out cold tendriled breath fingers whisper beckon, softly keens
the threshold, defiant grasp released bejeweled bosom comforts
where no comfort lies

a gaze is rising fearless open, piercing canvas, spills that bide
a time so long forgotten lives no memory deep, no thought resides
to mist the waking dying visions

hands cup trembling dew drops, tumble, plume, alight to crystallize
mild with hints of seeming deeper stillness place in treasures hide
heaped a midden wide

each diamonds


a mote in gods i

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