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In a dream, God gifted me your smile.
Our summer steam made promises—
rich petrichor to quench my empty Nile.
You feigned the seraph—
strumming me, your little harp...
but were the devil (all)
the while.
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-Gina C.🧚♀️✨
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Gina C.
Poet | Author | Architect of Worlds
Sowing stories rooted in culture, origin, metamorphosis, resilience, language & love via fantasy, myth, magical realism & botanical prose
Writing my novel!🧚🏻♀️🐉✨
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Comments (11)
Yet another powerful piece from you, my sweet Red Partner! I loved it!
Love the analogy of the harp to insinuate being played. Great job
Nice to read that nonet.
Another slam! Well done, my friend.
Bravo!!! Love it!!!💕❤️❤️
I love the use of “summer steam” to refer to the relationship. It confers its intensity but also its impermanence. Great work!
Crikey. I was swept along with the romance and sensuality of the opening few lines...then bam, like Dana said! You are absolutely nailing these every single time, Gina!
Thank you for your interesting and exciting stories. Follow my stories now.
Aaaaaaaand - BAM! What a smackdown! Great work, Gina!
Great nonet of deceit
Your talent for capturing the complexity of human experience and the nuances of emotion is evident throughout the poem. The rhythm and flow of your words create a mesmerizing tapestry that draws the reader in, making them feel every word and sentiment. Thank you for sharing your gift of poetry with the world. I look forward to reading more of your work and being continually inspired by your unique voice and perspective. Best Regards, Jason