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

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

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

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

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

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  9. Great music and wonderful words.

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

    One Love-Tiger Windwalker

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

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  13. 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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  14. 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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  15. 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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  16. 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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  17. OMG! How beautiful...

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

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