Day by day, night after night,
her words sprint through my veins,
as brontides buzz beneath seismic skin,
breaking through a heart once bruised.
The low hum of her whisper pulls me close,
as I find myself caught in lunar tides,
pulled to secret places; she is the moon.
I remember what I’ve long sought,
a silent celebration of a Sierra sunset,
a warm invitation to the morning sun,
a kiss. No! The “Infinite Kiss”,
which only daring dreamers dream.
Copyright © 2018 – Brian Nettles. All Rights Reserved
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Lovely piece❤️🌗
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Beautiful!
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A beautiful poem with wonderful imagery.
Thank you for the follow. I appreciate it and thanks for reading my poetry
Have a great day
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This is absolutely gorgeous, Brian. I was particularly taken with: “The low hum of her whisper pulls me close, as I find myself caught in lunar tides, pulled to secret places; she is the moon.” Magnificent.
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Such a beautiful piece, Brian.
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