As tributaries limbed, we’re
rivered, merged;
a moonspilled waterway
in shimmered search for sea.
Your hands cascade and
the night’s our canopy,
as silked our skin caressed;
we flow for dawn.
Unclouded, bare we’re dewed
and moored in daylight,
viced we’ve lost our night.
Twilight Moon by Isaac Levitan
A second quadrille for shimmer Victoria at dVerse.
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April 5, 2016
Björn Rudbergs writings 
I like the way you’re playing with grammar!
🙂 freedom when of a second language.
this just ooozes romance
I especially like the opening and closing. In the first line, I see a lime bed, which might be the color or might mean it’s made of limestone. Or “lime” might hide “lie [to] me.” In the next line, I see “revered” … and then “rev-eared.”
Also, “merged” turns into “mer GED,” which is when a mermaid transfers from her ocean school to land and has to get a human GED because it’s the only way she can “fit in” and then maybe go to college. 🙂
This might be the first time I’ve seen “can o’ pee” in “canopy” … but probably not. 😉
Also, “the night’s sour canopy (or can of pee).” Hee hee. I will never get tired of saying that.
“bare, we’re de-wed” … there’s a divorce in this, but still sex it sounds like … or at least, caressing with hands
Those vices often end up wrecking marriages, don’t they?
There you go again with the verbs..and you inspire me to try to play with them, too. I think you write the most tasteful, sensual eroticism I have read.
Steamy, romantic stuff here. I love “the night’s our canopy”…in the end, though, they’ve not only lost their night, but their canopy, their cover of darkness and safety. Back to the real world…
Love the sensuality and play of verbs specially:
Your hands cascade and
the night’s our canopy,
as silked our skin caressed;
we flow for dawn.
Sensual and romantic – the splendid wordplay is a treat!
Moonspilled waterways sound lovely.