I dreamt of a wicked meadow beckoning,
of bashful blooms a rubescent red,
of a silvery sliver moon,
clothing carelessly strewn,
and wily wildflower, watching ‘round our heads
I dreamt of dewy green, glimmering grass,
of making bed with petal and plume,
of passionate eyes,
carefree, primal cries,
and the plummeting pinnacle untombed
I dreamt of liquid stardust sweltering,
on fevered flesh, as cores collide,
of celestial glow,
bodies shimmering below,
and shadows refusing to hide
Image credit http://www.wallpaperup.com
Shared as part of Dverse’s Open Mic Night
Dreaming of being in a meadow under the stars? Perfect!
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I love the outdoors, too! 💜 Thank you, Meg.
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You’re welcome!
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A lovely dream…
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Thank you, Devonne. 💜
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