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“Breathless, we flung us on a windy hill, Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass.” Rupert Brooke
If You Wish If you wish a kiss give me your mouth, kiss me back, often, willingly, here, take my lips, Take me whole, take the reins and ride me out to the fields of faint, flushed and breathless, rank and damp as lathered horses run, until in the pale blades surrendered. Copyright 2023 ©️Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
At dVerse Frank is hosting the Haibun with an invitation to write prose about Mezza Luna or half moon.
dVerse Poets – Haibun – Mezza Luna
“There can be no vulnerability without risk ….” M. Scott Peck
Nothing By Half
I like to play with moon, we have such fun together whatever we choose to do. Tonight she called out by half, indeed she cradled me, such was her shape for loving. She had that look, which is to say, that despite appearances, nothing was by half with her. She appeared velvety, like a piece of cacao in a Viennese cafe, waiting to be softly grated into my cup. And I sighed long in anticipation of the pleasure.
It takes a certain vulnerability to drink down this draught of love so rich in texture, it seems to coat the tongue with memory and warm the heart to an opening unanticipated. To feel that warmth, that connection, is beyond any words. All at once, nothing can be said and yet everything can be said. Moon just smiled and I melted in her froth tonight. I am mezza to her half.
slowly drinking moon pouring love generously heart strangely open Copyright 2023 ©️Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
At dVerse Kim is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write about kissing.
dVerse Poets – Poetics – Prelude to a Kiss
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“Kiss me and you will see how important I am.” Sylvia Plath
Plum Sugar When the plum is ripe I don't cut it nicely, I plunge straight in savouring each piece of soft, deep, red flesh so sweet upon my hungry lips, until, finally the centre is sundered, caressed, its juice surrendered, devoured, for all its worth, and I ache for more, an always kiss, never ending. Copyright 2023 ©️Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
At dVerse Sanaa is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write a love poem.
dVerse Poets – Poetics – This Valentine’s Day, come and state it plainly.
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“Love is the poetry of the senses.” Honore de Balzac
Here With You Ah - Calypso simply throw away the key and hold me prisoner here with you, closer, closer still, so I can feel your beat and taste your beguile, then let us spend ourselves in that eternal rhythm of endings and beginnings, ecstasy's language, beyond words, the gorge of our passion pouring out. Copyright 2023 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
“True happiness is …. to enjoy the present without anxious dependence on the futures.” Senecca
One Doesn't Have To Rail Against Gravity On second thought, I wonder that we have doubted our way to fear, imprisoning ourselves in our anxieties unable to notice small joys and simple ways of being. Why do we fight with the nature of things, are we frightened of feeling seen to be motionless, flamed out, lost, and without , far too gently going into that long night? One doesn't have to rail against gravity all day to find purpose or to feel good, I now look to gentle hikes through life, possessing all my weaknesses.
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Filed under awareness, erotic, Farm, Free Verse, life, mindfulness
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“One must desire something to be alive.” Margaret Deland
Lost For Words How do I begin to describe what is met in tenderness or name the experience of the lightness of a silken caress, or speak of the urgency of the tide which breaks over us in our rhythm, the outward sign of our inner desire for connection we sometimes call love? Copyright 2023 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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“Forbidden fruit always tastes the best.” Swedish Proverb
So Ripe The pendulous fruit that hang from your tree are so ripe they must be handled carefully lest they bruise and weep, supple and tender to touch, being held softly and gently caressed to a point of readiness for consuming, an anticipation of their sweetness, their swelling so sugared to my lips, a taste to be savoured long, the sticky pectin point draws down slowly, viscous, memorable, this tree is life its fruit the seed of love, the life of generations. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
At dVerse Mish is hosting the Quadrille (44 words) with an invitation to write about candy.
dVerse Poets – Quadrille – I Like Candy
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“Love is in the sensual details.” Lebo Grand
Sweet Feeling Laughter among many things, those stolen sideways looks, sweet lips after wine, hands possessing as if reaching into the center of my feeling, excited silences holding that proximity of intimacy, warmth flowing, surging like a current till reaching the mountain top, she's my candy. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
Filed under erotic, Free Verse, love, poem, Quadrille, quote, relationship
At dVerse Punam is hosting poetics with an invitation to write a poem choosing four words from a list all with an Indian flavour (noting the month of celebrations culminating in the feast of Diwali).
dVerse Poets – Poetics – The Indian Connection
The words I have chosen are: Bangles, chit, Chutney, cashmere.
“… chutney reigns on my plate.” Robyn Brittow
Ever To Remind The retro, well, that's what I call it, always playing yesterday's music on loop, the Bangle's have been around twice in an hour since the barista hung the chit for our espresso, the steak sandwich arrived while we mused about the the weather pouring in, daunting slabs of bread weighing the table down, the waiter saying steak and chuckney. You picked yours up and gorged your cheeks full, the chutney oozing through your lips sweet and sticky, such a passionate celebration, dark drops falling to the rise of your bright orange cashmere sweater, ever to remind. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
Filed under erotic, food, Free Verse, love, passion, poem, quote, relationship
“I’m oxygen and he’s dying to breathe.” Tahereh Mafi
Except I would ask nothing of you, except a share of the love you hold in the place we lie down together and labour our breathing in unison, to look into your eyes and know that precipice we both seek, precursor to a tightly wound desire, an instalment on finding that whole experience again. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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Welcome to my personal blog site. I see myself as a free thinker, life explorer, and wisdom collector. Some of my favorite subjects are psychology, philosophy, relationships, society, reading, writing, technology, and lifestyle.
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¡Gracias por pasarte! :)
Easiest GF DF recipes that ANYONE can prepare. No BS.
Gonna fill this page with breathings of my heart 💞
Welcome to my personal blog site. I see myself as a free thinker, life explorer, and wisdom collector. Some of my favorite subjects are psychology, philosophy, relationships, society, reading, writing, technology, and lifestyle.
Climate Change
this love fairy fell in love with her ghost
A Love Affair With The Past
Writing, blogging, journaling
Tales from the Life of a Lost Soul
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