Crystals form from heated breath, my love and I entwined – cannot tell where each appendage ends windshield glazed over, translucent light outlines shape of birds, nay doves on the wing, raptured frenzied flight to ecstasy we reach for lips, caress down long spines a-tingle, my eyes see clouds on glass, icy privacy laced in song waltz plays as bodies dance to a tune only lovers hear Copyright © 2023 Julie A. Dickson All Rights Reserved

Julie A. Dickson is a poet and writer who advocates for captive elephants and rescues feral cats. Her poetry appears in over 55 journals, including Misfit, Girl God, Blue Heron Review and MasticadoresUSA. Dickson holds a BPS in Behavioral Science, and is a Pushcart nominee and former poetry board member.
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A delightful poem Julie! 💞 Congratulations!
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All the images are stunning, Julie! These lines in particular. Wonderful work! Thank you for your ongoing contributions to our community!
…..translucent
light outlines shape of birds, nay
doves on the wing, raptured
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What another lovely piece, the mixing of the gifts of nature with love. Beautiful! Have a blessed week. Hugs, Joni
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I like all of the sounds and sensations in this poem!
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