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Fluid carvings of metal, wonderfully coaxed into waves of crested feathers, clothed the center staircase. Marble columns and checkered flows, in framed pursuit, trailed behind the sculpted brown of her calves. Upon entering the room, she walked past the wardrobe and toward the bathroom to get a set of towels.
Drying her hair, covered in a robe, with a silence once again left to hang between them, she leaned forward and pressed her index finger to his lips. Her voice, low in his ear, she said…
“Feels like one of those nights…
Green foliage populates a tropical night,
while the moon skips on the breezes passing by.
Ideal as this situation is, silence is my companion.
The melody originates in my heart to find its release through my eyes.
I extend through the composition and touch the texture of the melody.
The rhythm engulfs my soul and elevates my mind to a zenith of emotion.
Your eyes silvery in fire.
Your body warm with desire.
Brown cascading into Brown.
My soul within your love drowns.
Dream with me lover.
Dream with me…”
He laid back on the bed with her spreading out over him. Covering his entirety, hands extended and fingers outstretched.
By malakhai jones
© Copyright 2016
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What a beauty Mr. Jones! You’ve captured the anticipation of a lover’s embrace with such delicacy. I loved every word. Exquisite writing! 🙂
Thanks Zen! 🙂 I appreciate your time.
Beautifully written with perfect words used to get lost in a moment. You my sir are just as if not more than a great writer as I am photographer.
So delicate, yet so intense. I like intense wrapped with delicacy. Perfect! 🙂
Thank you so much Heather! 🙂
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Wow, M…this is great. A story easing into a poem, then back again. I give you a virtual round of applause. 🙂
Thanks Cathy! It was one my early pieces. If we’re to rewrite it now I’d pour a lot more story into it and break up the poem pieces. 🙂
It seemed perfect to me, but I know where you’re coming from. Wen I look back on an old piece, I always see things I would have done differently.
I really appreciate you saying that, Cathy. I really respect your opinion on writing.
I think I’ve told you before not to underestimate yourself, M. You have a lot of talent and it shows–punctuation, grammar, word flow, always impeccable. Both your prose and poetry…excellent and interesting. You are one of the best writers I have read on WordPress.
Wow! Whoa! I will humbly accept that, but I am going to attempt to ignore it for another 30 or 40 years. When, and hopefully that time does arrive, I may come back to this comment and say, “I now agree with Cathy. I may have finally arrived.” : ) Thanks Cathy! I was so fortunate to come across your blog. Your stories are far and above some of the best. The skill and artistry are equally balanced. Reading your stuff is like this: You’ve been eating at Taco Bell and Chipotle (better than Taco Bell), thinking you have been eating Mexican food, until you actually eat at a good restaurant in Mexico and you say to yourself, “Oh man, I can’t believe I thought that stuff was authentic Mexican food.” Your writing is the real deal. I still enjoy the bad stuff, but it’s now in proper perspective. 😉
Now, you’re making me blush. ☺️ I hope you don’t wait 30 or 40 years to send your work out into the world; I think you have what it takes now. But from what I’ve gathered, you’re raising a family right now, have a job to show up at each day, and a busy life–that naturally has to come first. But please, keep the dream, keep on practicing, keep devoting some of your time to writing, so when the day arrives you are in a position to put yourself out there, you’ll be ready. M, I think you have a writer’s heart and will always have that desire to create.
Oh. Oh my…beautiful anticipation…beautiful write. 🙂
Thanks Em! 🙂