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| Female Nude at Rest by Roz McQuillan |
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This is the colour you needed
To feel the season complete
It has talked to me again
While I scribble…
Wondering
If you think you know
And have realized,
That I know
Have already realized,
That you think
You think
You know me
You think
You know me
While I scribble...
You stole my perfume
And I reread your scribbles
To find a reason for this:
Could have another name, but
We call it
Love
Trying to get a hint
Is it a gift?
Something is positively
Going on
While I scribble...
In my mind
In my mind
About this..
Our infatuation.
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15 comments:
oh how sweet it can be...very nice dulce...
Me gusta mucho tu poesía.
Qué bonito poder decir " Nuestro" Es lo más importante.
Un beso muy grande.
Infatuation ... the sweetest of emotions. Leading to who knows where ~ or not.
Loving the anticipation in this one, Dulce! Definitely Sweet! And, it definitely resonates ;)
xxoo, sunshine!
~Calli
the so very addictive rush of infatuation that changes the world inside and outside. oh yes!!! steven
There is something about all of your poetry Dulce that just draws me in and leaves me wanting more!
I have been so lazy replying lately....I really must do some catching up with blogs!
Big hugs!
better and better....
I think this is one of my favs
:)
I believe the scribbles are beautifully inscribed on the speaker's heart
Infatuation has it's moments...
Love la Luna
Infatuation, described so very well, I can see the scribbles.
Sweeter poetry -- your words are worth scribbling and reading and rereading for they are divine.
joanny
aaaaah, so difficult to explain.... but you did it!
another emotion of the heart, that draws you in... Excellent write Dukce,,,
I hope 2011 will be the best of he best for you......
beautiful, and truly romantic...the word verification is "ended"...hmmm.
So very true..!!
Ohhhhh, infatuation does make my toes tingle...among other things!
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