Waves lap in rhythm with my heartmidnight sky bewitches, stars sing,hand-in-hand our spirits soarpulses dancing to the seductionof love’s enchantment – Tonight the ambiance possesses ustonight boundaries have no holdwe are moon-crazed innocencewarmed by mysterious stirringssand shifting beneath naked soles. (For Eugi’s Causerie Weekly challenge: bewitched. Image my own.)
My fairy-tale-heartdreamt of an Adonisbut his countenanceoutshone my dull Found insteada Demogorgon divide my timebetween up and down Like PersephoneI negotiate demonicHades darknessenough for me. (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson – this one edited. Image mine.)
“A woman in harmony with her spirit is like a river flowing. She goes where she will without pretence and arrives at her destination prepared to be herself and only herself.” – Maya Angelo I fear living. No, that’s not it. I love living… …but I fear engagement… …drowning in engagement Except, I love engagement… […]
Is that someone “we” know??
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Ha ha …not consciously, but he did look a little ancient…like history…
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Hahaha 🙂
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love this
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