Your soft hair
grace
beneath the moon
I imagine us
light limbed
piano hearted
slipping from key to key
hands on my face
tracing soft accompaniment
I lead you onto oak floor
dancing beneath wax
and French 75 on your breath
moving to a hum
the internal dream
your arms curled around my waist
close your eyes
see ancestors walk
silver hammered
your mouth crushing mine
the oval and the heart
echoing across sound
no barrier
the unraveling trip of clothes
pressing against skin
somewhere ivory music slows
candles burn out
we can smell in the dark
hear the sound
of our mutual breath
as you gather me
as I lean and become
desired
I wrote these words for Fiery yesterday, but they equally apply to you Candice, “You write love poems better than anyone, you let your heart ink the words.”
*siiigh* gorgeous. simply divine.
My goodness, Candy. For me, this is the very definition of poetry. I am so deeply touched by this.
Beautifully erotic
Beautifully erotic
Love, don’t ever doubt yourself. Your words are as powerful as ever.
Utterly beautiful and evocative. So well done Candice.
A beautiful beginning – desiring the dance – dancing the desire.
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TheFeatheredSleep – A dance
You are wonderful and I adore you
Thank you my gorgeous girl
Thank you so much
Thank you sister I love that we stand together
Thank you dear one
Beautifully rhythmic!
Love the riff on music in this poem… you are very clever.
Always my pleasure ☺️ 💛 Candice
For you to say I’m clever when you’re a virtual brainiac of lost ages, well damn
Ah you are a smart cookie and sharp as a tack as well as being as cute as a button
I just want to wrap myself up in those words! A long, delicious embrace. Gorgeous, Candice!
Always.
This is awesome!
Amazing write-up!!