in this sacred season of the in~
between, some say ancient spirits
wander earth at night when the
moon is darkest, following
the warm light of living souls…
but only from dusk to dawn.
– kat – 29 October 2016
For Elusive Trope’s weekly challenge: the All Hallows’ Eve Magnetic Poetry Slam.
morning lingers like a
soft embrace waking me
slowly with long kisses,
my belly growling from desire
for delicious, hot, liquid sex…
dark coffee in a porcelain cup!
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….thinking I need a life! 😜
happy morning (to you)!
kat ~ 29 October 2016
the air apparent
always breathe
deeply
to the root of your
soul, for the air is
ancient and sweet and
it has wandered this
earth on every breeze
and wild wind from
Eden, longing to
know you
Kat – 24 October 2016
quieted
if poetry was not a
thing, I would likely never
know how sweet it is
listen to the beautiful, deep
longing of my soul.
kat ~ 22 October 2016
For Specks and Fragrments Magnetic Poetry Saturday Challenge.
goddess song
like a thousand crushed
diamonds moon-mist rains
from the sky whispering
sweet nothings into
the ears of dreamers
fast asleep
kat ~ 17 October 2016
(Magnetic Poetry Original Kit)
like mercury colliding... 