Like the night.
Soft velvet expanse.
Reaching through time.
Through misty eyes which open wide.
They devour me.
In a kiss that kills me.
Over and over.
Yet tenderly I swim down.
Passing jagged words you keep inside.
Released, only to the moon.
As you howl them into nothingness.
For tender is your way.
Sweet bruises of affection which stay,
within us forever.
As we nestle into the tender wings of love.
Slipping into time.
Havoc and Consequence 
Lovely ❤
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Thank you, kind of you to say. Glad you liked it.
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Gorgeous. “Soft velvet expanse.
Reaching through time.” And “…we nestle…slipping into time.” Your lines are always so good, full of emotion and imagery! 💕
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Time is always a strong theme with me, funny really as there’s no such thing as ‘time’ really 🙂 Thankful for your appreciation Tara, and loving your photography still! Those bunnies have no right to be so cute.
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I’ve thought the same thing, how we can write about ‘time’ but it’s not really a thing. Same with other constructs like gravity. And yet we are able to create art with these concepts!
And I also agree, those bunnies definitely have no right at all!! 😍
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Visually time is a tricky one, shifts into the realm of surrealism. Time moves to memory in a sense. But you’re right, those constructs are challening…to depict and to live with at times. Wouldn’t it be nice to push the anti-gravity release and drift away 🙂
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Time moves to memory… maybe one of the best descriptions I’ve ever read. I like the way your mind moves!
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If it does at all somedays 🙂
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Lovely
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