T. Imaan Tretchicovmanicova

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upon five candle she did lit
as night to moon once more was split,
the howl of one transcends a grace
of ripened song and fire in place,
the wood her soul in scream a storm
to burn to ash in her transform,
his eyes the hooks from which she swings
with threads that form two sets of wings,
in endless flight with just one word
disgraced from grace always preferred,
yet still in dark the five is seen
now waxed like moon though still obscene,
no word, no deed can cause a sway
from kneel and pres-sed hands that pray.

one of 69 sonnets

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My stories

"my scent within Dragon's blouse"

oh my love, our love is not contained in a bottle of this world.

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"only then may you write."

"sonnet5"

as leaf does spin and fall to earth, the ground prepares for her rebirth. the trees allow for subtle sigh whilst wind in whisper does reply. his gentle breath commands the air to braid his spirit through her hair and intertwine the forest floor about her beauty as decor. new moon, he fastens to her soul bejewelled as he inverts the bowl; the planets whirl, the sun does rise and all is captured in her eyes. amidst the light, her dark ascends like sun with rain reflects in blend. for Daddy `T. Imaan Tretchicovmanicova 17sept04

"face-soul"

distant light flickers over the white foaming crashing waves that kiss the shore's voluptuous shoreline. endless timeless as is this love for us. your face, i yearn to touch as souls caress the face-soul of the other. i seek your smile amongst the peebles on the shore. shining brightly, our upturned faces upon each small stone, as it reflects its reflection. weep for me, weep oceans for me as i cry and create the atlantic for you and i. come inside our droplet, be still and listen allow it to pull us ever closer; suddenly drowning in the holiest of water. the bowl the inverted bowl so very blue and and so very beautiful Ah! now you see the Face. Touch her. T. Imaan Tretchicovmanicova

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