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Post by anirbas on Mar 14, 2007 23:00:14 GMT -6
the night calls to me
with a lover's voice
low-key but vibrant
with open curiosity
and a sensuous lilt
the night reaches for me
with a romantic's open arms
embracing me sweetly
tightly within its nascent
and starred charms
the night calls to me
reaches for me
and i respond
walking out the door
and meeting its demands
~Sabrina.
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Post by soulfir3 on Mar 14, 2007 23:15:10 GMT -6
wonderful, got more ?
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Post by anirbas on Mar 14, 2007 23:30:26 GMT -6
ggglgggl...no...idon'tgotnomore...heheheheheehee...
thanks, Soul...good to see you hanging out banging at the keys!
i trust you're welling and hailing this evening...LOL...afternooning, in your case, yes?
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Post by anirbas on Mar 14, 2007 23:34:14 GMT -6
sensuos...the spelling doesn't look right...sensuous? sensous? drat...have to look that up...
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Post by anirbas on Nov 20, 2018 19:44:59 GMT -6
*bmp*
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Post by anirbas on Nov 26, 2018 16:45:38 GMT -6
~night songs
somnambulant with insomnia
I slip through the atmosphere
of deepest summer night all eyes all ears
whippoorwill male croons softly to me
from the fragrant crown of the mimosa tree
I cannot see him but I feel his dear longing
brittle black crickets chirp in accompaniment
hidden in the orchestra pit of the St. Augustine grass
curious I peek through a window of my own home
seeing nothing but an eternal sea of blackness
and my own wavering reflection lost in the glass
the bird sings on whip poor will whip poor will
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