
when I die, let me #become
the scent on my lover’s
lips, the sway in her hips, the
bounce of her hair,
the magic she feels
in a warm bath after
a long day
the moon hanging low & near her windowpane
let me become the wish
she wishes when she’s granted
three.
let me.
in a warm bath after
a long day
the moon hanging low & near her windowpane
she wishes when she’s granted
three.
A response to the #vsspoem Twitter prompt. The word: “become.”
Simply beautiful.
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Thank you!
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This is one of your best! It has to be.
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Aww, thank you, Devika! I appreciate that!
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Lovely trE!
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Peace, Peter. Thank you kindly.
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Beautiful 😍
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Thank you!
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I love your poetry lovely lady 💕
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Thank you, Andi!
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Love the Schiele portrait, too.
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I love him as well. I honestly wish he was around today. I am glad his artwork lives on, though.
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