Saturday, August 8, 2009

twilight

catpured
she thrists
for the bow
across her gown
candling the essence
that spills from her deepest
like a flower's tears...


mia

10 comments:

  1. this is so morbidly beautiful. I love poetry

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  2. merci, elisabeth,
    i adore your comment, please return.

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  3. Beautiful words painting a capturing picture. =)

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  4. merci kadri, for your sweet comment.

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  5. Beautiful words. I will have to come back soon and read more of your older posts. You place so much emotion and longing into such a small poem. Amazing....

    A linen fetish? :) That sounds like fun :D

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  6. Liz, merci. Please do visit me again. Oui,
    a linen fetish is much fun. Shopping and then
    enjoying beautiful sheets and sublime bedding.

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  7. jal pari - i adore the name already. merci/

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  8. Lovely words Mia!

    Thankyou for coming by "the attic" hope you continue to get something out of the posts.
    xoxo
    DJ

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  9. merci dusty, for coming by. i will certainly
    continue to pay visits to your unique blog
    the dustjacket attic.

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