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standing at the edge of the sea.

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And so,
I, in all my feeling, spread
my fingers like felt, barren,
harmonious comment to touch and take
such pleasures. We do trip off the tongue
and ride the darkness through
tunnels of sun, pebbled with radiation
like speckled eggs, or Orion's freckled belt
as it lounges along your arms,
caresses your neck and chest.

I, in turn, will breathe the North Wind,
let it come sailing across the scenery of our souls,
blue like electricity in a lightning storm,
gold like joyful sunrise;
raindrops like crystallised manna
fall in our hands and kiss our hair.

Washed up in our own wonder
at mysteries of wasteland deserts, of romance
in smiling river mouths, twining tongues with the ocean.
Meanwhile our fingers blend,
holding the tides at bay,
till sunburst enters quietly and
leaves its breath upon our lips.
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Q: Does the last stanza concur with the rest of the poem? Is the free verse a little too liberal; should I try to tie down the lines and syllables into something more traditional, or does the phrasal tone feel comfortable? As Romantic poetry, do you think it conforms a little too much to the cliches of its genre?
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desert-druid's avatar
You paint with your words - beautiful work.