stars come alive
on a clear sky
but my skin still burns
(ineffective sunscreen)
longs for soothing lotions
glycerine, rosewater and lime
before I dream of rainy days
and cloudy skies
moon on its daily sojourn
internalizes change
controls the tides
while I roll on white sheets
restless, awake…
go skinny-dipping
on sultry nights
under the stars

hi, Reena 😄
Just wanna let you know that this week’s W3, hosted by our beloved Suzanne Brace, is now live:
Enjoy❣️
Much love,
David
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Sure, thanks! Shall I write an ode to you? 🙂
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Ommigosh! Please don’t! 😅
*hug*
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😃😃
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🤭 🤭 🤭
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sensuously beautiful.
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Thanks a ton, Selma!
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🤗
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Reena, I love how you talk about your body to show the passage of time,
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Thank you, Elizabeth!
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Great poem, Reena!
Yvette M Calleiro 🙂
http://yvettemcalleiro.blogspot.com
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🙏
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Beautiful sensory poetry.
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Thanks again, Jude!
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I feel like your poem moves effortlessly between cosmic wonder and intimate longing. That closing image beneath the stars lingers with me.
~David
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Thank you so much!
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🤗
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Reena I could feel the heat! And that is so true about the restlessness of being too warm to sleep!
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Thank you, Liz!
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I hate the warm nights.
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We have no option but to sleep through those 🙂
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Or not sleep.
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😂
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Very emotive poem
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Thank you so much, Sadje!
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You’re very welcome
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