![]() Introduction: “As if you were on fire from within. The moon lives in the lining of your skin.” ― Pablo Neruda Imprison me! Earth to sky rapidly narrows into one volatile trice, I feel you close; thoughts touch without title or price. My storm’s yours, bouncing between bit maps, pluses or intervals sold, I know you; you’re the blood that pumps through my soul, warm, hot or even cold. Clouds form and collide in cue as a breath’s held. Imprison me? Hold my heart into yours and never let it free. Touch me? With your warmth, like that of a summer sun, And wait for me; as light disrupts the night, commencing a solidary day’s run. Touch me? So I can smell life and taste the salt on your skin, Let my fingers slowly trace your body contour; it’s hot, wet and prickling. Oh, my love, our desire rages, a million degrees, in the center of a burning storm. It’s your stroke, I pursue, be it forbidden or incomprehensibly formed. So, tonight, look upon the stars and cast your guide, It’s that star that leads to the north to where I reside. I love your touch Sugar.... and need more :) Diana Mary Sharpton ~ Poetry & Photography ©All Rights Reserve 2017 Contact: DianaMSharpton@Gmail.com
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December 2021
Diana Mary Sharpton“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.” Categories
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