Silence surrounds me
Smoke curling out my nostrils
Inhaling your words
Left me breathless
No matter
They are oxygen to my lungs
Slipping my fingers lower
I’ll write your name there
Just like I’ll use my tongue
To sign my name along your thighs
There’s poetry written across your clavicle
And beneath my breasts
Hushed sighs
Shout in my ear
Tell me you love me
You already stole my breath away
I fainted for your touch
Infuse me now
Break my vow of silence
tara caribou | ©2020
Read more like this in my poetry book, Fallen Star Rising.
Sounds like a dragon’s domain…
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Yes…. uhhh perhaps.
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Sleeping dragon… figuratively speaking.
Useful allies in nature.
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I tend to agree with you there.
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The Bard was going for red dragons today. I was saying green
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Red. Definitely red.
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Ok. They do anger pretty well. I prefer hunting Giants though of course
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Good point, good point. Still….
I was thinking more passion and less anger. Though anger can be a form of passion.
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And creativity. All about channeling it
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Yes!
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So rich and evocative! Loved this Tara!
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Thank you Bill. I’m glad you liked it.
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😊!
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“What joy and happiness you bring”. Joe Cocker
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Thanks! I’m glad you liked this piece.
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Such wonderful sensuality and passion; throbbing need and quivering want, but a deeper sense, a deeper love; affection, calming, damning, beautiful; dark and heavy, like a scent lingering in the air. Wonderful. Just wonderful.
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‘Like a scent lingering in the air’ YES! Exactly. I like that you can see that in this piece.
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