Charmed Chaos
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When in Moonlit Dreams You Come
“We are all living in an illusion and mistaking it for reality.”
― Mateo Tabatabai, The Mind-Made Prison: Overcoming Limiting Beliefs and Manifesting Personal Transformation
“The mind is its own beautiful prisoner,”
An imagined cage with bars of our past lives and indiscretions
And yet, our life together so many lifetimes ago etched on my soul,
when you were mine and I, fervently yours
how young pink flesh sang with the touch of cool fingers
on the hot drumming pulse racing under translucent skin.
Flowing river moments spent in the clutches
of vibrant trembling within
dancing to lover’s music thrumming in our veins
feeding on one another, consumed
by the hungry rage of passion’s pain
embracing the tiny death with each thrust.
I remember what your lush full lips tasted of,
golden honey of a thousand bees creating magic
I was drunk on your sweet elixir, your musky essence
your slick sweating flesh, the salt of a tempestuous sapphire sea
And now, when in moonlit dreams you come, I am again undone.
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note: Sanaa is hosting today and has asked us to use the title of a poem by E.E. Cummings- The Mind is Its Own Beautiful Prisoner as a frame of reference for our poem.
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Gorgeous words!
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Thank you kindly.
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A whirlwind of sensuality and lust. This was a downhill roll that could not be stopped. Absolutely delicious!!
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Thank you!
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“I was drunk on your sweet elixir, your musky essence your slick sweating flesh, the salt of a tempestuous sapphire sea,” … I must admit I am feeling light and dreamy after reading this poem!❤️ Beautifully, beautifully rendered. Thank you so much for participating 😀
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Thank you Sanaa! My pleasure.
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beautiful writing
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Thank you kindly.
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Caged memories–of sensual joy. Nicely done!
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Thank you Merril.
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This is sensuality mixed with regret. I believe there are times when we must surrender to reliving such passion, to let ourselves “feel” again. Beautiful
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Thank you Susie. Yes, I think so.
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Oh those memories… how much they stay and come back at night.
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I think it’s the time our soul is most vulnerable. Thank you Bjorn.
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Wow!!!!
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Thank you Rosemary!
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Ah yes, to be locked into the mind with such fond memories!
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Thank you- yes.
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