Dark Liquid Silk
Dark Liquid Silk poem stories
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A romance is reborn

Dark Liquid Silk

The oar blades dip into the dappled glass-like water

The oar blades dip into the dappled glass-like water Beneath the sighs of weeping willows, the boat glides forward

The oar blades dip into the dappled glass-like water Beneath the sighs of weeping willows, the boat glides forward Sending gentle ripples fanning across the river, shoreward

The oar blades dip into the dappled glass-like water Beneath the sighs of weeping willows, the boat glides forward Sending gentle ripples fanning across the river, shoreward To slosh softly against the bank

Across the boat, she looks back at me

Across the boat, she looks back at me Her blonde hair dances with mottled golden rays

Across the boat, she looks back at me Her blonde hair dances with mottled golden rays And on her face, glows a smile that says,

Across the boat, she looks back at me Her blonde hair dances with mottled golden rays And on her face, glows a smile that says, there's more than the sun's warmth between us

I lean back and pull the oars through the dark liquid silk

I lean back and pull the oars through the dark liquid silk And breathe the crystal magic of her sapphire eyes

I lean back and pull the oars through the dark liquid silk And breathe the crystal magic of her sapphire eyes And rejoice beneath the columns of clear blue skies

I lean back and pull the oars through the dark liquid silk And breathe the crystal magic of her sapphire eyes And rejoice beneath the columns of clear blue skies That our fractured hearts are melted back together

With the slightest bumble, I stop the boat against the shore

With the slightest bumble, I stop the boat against the shore And gaze at her flushed cheeks, and mouth slightly parted

With the slightest bumble, I stop the boat against the shore And gaze at her flushed cheeks, and mouth slightly parted And lean forward and cup her face, hot with love restarted

With the slightest bumble, I stop the boat against the shore And gaze at her flushed cheeks, and mouth slightly parted And lean forward and cup her face, hot with love restarted And fold my lips into hers.

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