- Erotic Poetry
- It was you
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It was you who captured silver night
from the lovesick Moon.
Stirring my ocean's calm
into turbulence
tempting tide to crash chaotic,
and dissolve slow
on parched,
wind-sculpted sands.
It was you rushing headlong
into pools below waterfalls
catching cascades of rainbows;
cradling my wispy clouds safe
between jagged cliff sides,
sentimentally clinging
to your rocky edges.
And it was you beckoned me climb higher,
to topple snowcapped peaks,
and melt the ice.
Bury the Sun to bring about
gentle rainstorms in seasons
only we belonged to. .
An Elysium alive with colors
drenched in my ambling morning mists,
awash sweet, your tiny wildflowers.
It was you, wasn't it?
In scenes played out on animated canvas
ebbing slow through melancholy landscape,
until it meant fragmenting reality,
stealing a moment of my dream
when I awakened.
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