she stepped from the amaranth sky
of eclipsed moon
roseate wreath
wrapped in petaline plight
wandering winds
of familiar requiem
wafting bouquets
bearing dreams deliquescent
long has her linger
allayed my heart’s anguish
surrendered to waves
of an unwitting ardor
peridot drips
into amethyst druse
in these subtle striations
of our intertwining
without her
i fold into prisms
of chaos
within her
transpires the depths
of my soul
[image credit: Frantisek Kobliha]
Max, or Not 
Reblogged this on say no to clowns and commented:
What a poetry master is Max ❤
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This needs to be shared <3
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Deliquescent, a most excellent word and addition to my vocab. I loved the use of all the colorful descriptors with the black and white picture. :)
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