The sensuous night,
stardust and moonlight
wet on her hungry lips,
slowly unties
the tangled clouds,
threatens the silence of dead emotions.

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Linked to 3WW Week No. 432 (Dead/ Hungry/ Threaten)

22 thoughts on “#56

  1. You know how it feels every time I come here to read? It is akin to standing still under a drizzle of winter berries. Plop plop they fall. On my nose, my teeth and the top of my head. Invigorating! Absolutely love your verses.

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