languor of love #poem #short prose

Clocks drip languor.
White drapes undulate in the breeze of a faraway sea.
The fragrance of oranges blossoms in my hair.
Mysteries of the blue waters exude from your salty skin.
Moorish patterns engrave themselves onto my thighs.
Teardrops scent the air.
Our afternoons: never born, never allowed to die.
Love.

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90 thoughts on “languor of love #poem #short prose

  1. I absolutely love this! Its got loads of emotive and sensual imagery and a signature uniqueness. Truly loved the line “White drapes undulate in the breeze of a faraway sea”
    It is reminiscent of floral snapshots that keep us glad in times that are shattered. I’m attached to this connectivity between unreality and the magical realism.

     
    1. Hey there Watt,
      I am thrilled you enjoyed it.
      “I’m attached to this connectivity between unreality and the magical realism.” I really like that very much. Thank you for your beautiful comment 🙂

       
      1. My dear Jen, you really made my day more beautiful. Thank you 🤗💕

         
      1. Aw.. you know how much I appreciate your kindness. May you have a magical night. 💕🤗🌸🌺

         
      2. and you a most lovely day. when i read your words it takes me on a journey to a most beautiful place, i am the one who is grateful

         
      3. I am always grateful to you Gina. Your wonderful work has a special place in my heart. I hope you know that 🙂

         
      4. thank you, i do and it warms my heart and inspires me to continue writing, so very humbled by your words dear G

         
  2. Good evening G,

    This was beautiful and truly inspiring. Sensual and dreamy poetry. Touched bt the breeze of faraway seas. Oh, and the beauty of those afternoons, never born and never allowed to die. This was gorgeous. Full of a delicate sense of longing, affection, and precious love.

    Really loved this one G.

     
    1. Ay, Drew… I am thrilled you liked it and delighted by your beautiful comment and… Ay.. I forgot I am not Hemingway 🙂 Can’t do so many “and”s ..

      I am really humbled by such praise.
      Thank you!
      Make tomorrow and forever beautiful
      G. .

       
    1. Aw.. my dear,you are so kind. That is such a beautiful and humbling comment. Thank you!

       
    1. Thank you, Eric, You say so much in a few words 🙂 Oh, BTW my VPN shows I am in England 🙂

       
      1. Haha! My VPN is in England. I am not. I’ll be vacationing in England next summer. Hopefully. That’s the plan 🙂

         
  3. Gli orologi gocciolano languore.
    Le tende bianche ondeggiano nella brezza di un mare lontano.
    La fragranza delle arance sboccia nei miei capelli.
    I misteri delle acque blu emanano dalla tua pelle salata.
    I disegni moreschi si incidono sulle mie cosce.
    Le lacrime profumano l’aria.
    I nostri pomeriggi: mai nato, mai permesso di morire.
    Amore.

     
    1. Ringrazio di cuore, Flavio. Nothing more beautiful than your translation on this European afternoon 🙂

       
    1. One way ticket could be more expensive. Are you sure about that? 🙂

      Thank you so much, Shantanu. Your beautiful comment touched my heart.

       

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