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Photo: Tangerine By Diana Lee @Diana605 from LifeThruBlueEyes








My sunrise was 
the sound of your
heels on the hall.

 

Like the oxygen
was suddenly richer
and there was bliss
in my brain.

The moment your skin
was on mine
Mary Shelley wrote
sequels.


I walked through
my thoughts like
a 6'5 toddler.

 

My mouth searching
for the words
to describe how
I felt.

My lips tasting
your sweet breath
reminscent of
Italian volcano juice
especially
the blood oranges
and tangerines.

Comments

  1. Diana LeeFebruary 8, 2011 at 8:54 PM

    I can taste your words and I am so honored that you took a photo of mine and turned it into such beauty. Thank you Theron.

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  2. AnonymousFebruary 8, 2011 at 9:02 PM

    Great - love the reference to Mary Shelley - beautiful sensuous imagery

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  3. dustusFebruary 8, 2011 at 9:14 PM

    Love the song, Diana's image, and your poem is inspiring. The sound of heels down the hall uplifting one's spirits... it's little details like that; your expression of feeling (not without imagery) is excellent.

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  4. AnonymousFebruary 8, 2011 at 9:22 PM

    WONDERFUL writing to go with this photo of Diana's, truly beautiful. Can nearly hear the echoing of heels... :)~April

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  5. Brian MillerFebruary 8, 2011 at 9:33 PM

    haha that is awesome...mary shelly wrote sequels...killer line...walking around like a toddler...nice...great love poem.

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  6. Apryl GonzalesFebruary 8, 2011 at 10:21 PM

    Beautifully sensual,
    "Like the oxygen
    was suddenly richer
    and there was bliss
    in my brain."
    Amazing!

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  7. AnonymousFebruary 9, 2011 at 4:08 AM

    Lovely choice of photo and words Theron. Really laughed at the Mary Shelley reference. Thank you for being awesome!

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  8. GracetalkingFebruary 9, 2011 at 9:58 AM

    Lovely words, lovely pace :)

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  9. ClaudiaFebruary 9, 2011 at 12:36 PM

    ..My sunrise was
    the sound of your
    heels on the hall....this is awesome..

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  10. AnonymousFebruary 9, 2011 at 1:58 PM

    Great music and wonderful words.

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  11. BeachannyFebruary 9, 2011 at 4:27 PM

    Rockin' start - finishing with the blazing the taste of sunrise tangerines and blood oranges - who could ask for more passion than that? Beautiful work. Thanks, Gay @beachanny

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  12. Big Sur BlogisphereFebruary 9, 2011 at 7:07 PM

    I like it. Make sure you squeeze all the juice.

    One Love-Tiger Windwalker

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  13. AnonymousFebruary 9, 2011 at 7:31 PM

    Well done. I especially like Mary Shelley's sequels and that tall toddler.

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  14. HeatherFebruary 9, 2011 at 7:35 PM

    That last stanza just blew me away, as I said on Twitter. Really vivid imagery and the photo complimented! well done.

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  15. AnonymousFebruary 9, 2011 at 10:07 PM

    each analogy/simile more powerful than the last. and how could one possibly go wrong on an end note of blood oranges? ;)

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  16. Shashidhar SharmaFebruary 10, 2011 at 11:06 PM

    Hi Theron

    Perfect picturisation.. waiting enjoyed and cherished... in words...

    ॐ नमः शिवाय
    Om Namah Shivaya
    http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com/2011/02/whispers-another-kind-of-valentines-day.html

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  17. KavitaFebruary 11, 2011 at 3:32 PM

    Ohh.... what a beauty this was!! Romantic to the letter!! The analogies were as delicious as those tangerines! :)
    "Italian volcano juice" -- LOVED the image this formed in my mind...

    Love..so perfectly expressed... (sigh)
    I just went aaaaaahh on reading this one shot...

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  18. AnonymousJuly 17, 2011 at 12:00 PM

    OMG! How beautiful...

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  19. UnknownSeptember 30, 2013 at 10:46 PM

    The moment your skin
    was on mine
    Mary Shelley wrote
    sequels.

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