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Friday, March 03, 2006

Circadian Creation (Thursday's): Eloquence

The Eloquent

His words danced off of his tongue
spiraling around in brilliant colors
and textures unknown;
Textures that called out
to their fingers and their ears at once,
Senses ignited.
The words, soft and ornate,
formed melodies of speech
like none had ever heard;
Savory and haunting,
inviting them to dance to his words
and feel the syllables surge over and through their bodies.
They danced and writhed on the ground
in feverish ecstasy, moaning and chanting;
And then he was gone.
The colors faded back to lucid,
the land fell silent
and all they could feel was
the earth below them, holding their bodies.


At 10:04 AM, Blogger Marit Cooper said...

If you could "favourite" a blog entry this would be one of mine - words and image gorgeous!


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