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Treasured Trespass
There
a scintilla,
don’t blink,
this treasured trespass of skinship
a serein of feathery fingered polyrhythm,
seraphic sweetness
flourish of hope,
longing to fall into this field of dreams
clothed in knowing daisies,
a chain of love around our hearts
ever the stickied honey of desire.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Another gorgeous poem. I love your use of the English language, Paul. So clever. 🙂
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I do enjoy words, and in the least I have tortured spell check 🙂 thank you Chris for your encouraging words.
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Whoa. That’s so powerful. Maybe the best thing I’ve read all day!
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Many thanks for sharing those encouraging words Nathan.
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Exquisite!
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Thank you VJ appreciate that.
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So welcome!
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Ah, if only we have that tiny moment 🙂
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Yes, if only, 🙂
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“clothed in knowing daisies” …. swoon! 🙂
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Ah, I’m glad that got picked up 🙂 yes!
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Loved every line!
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Thank you 🙂
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Beautiful array of obscure words
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🙂
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