When you look at me can you see the earth on fire in the sunset hills, the end of this wretched world and the beginning of a new one. My head is split in two, angel, please close the blinds. It must have been the whiskey and cigarettes that went down like heaven as we talked and sang and laughed our way through the spiced autumn night. I remember the chill on my skin, the moon glow and the dirty jokes. The way your thumb coaxed my mouth. Hats and coats on the floor, you and I naked beneath the soft white sheets. Please wrap another blanket over us and tell me it’ll all be okay. When I spread myself over you I am filled with a radiant warmth I never want to lose, even though I know all good things will turn again to dust on the broken wings of a time gone by. Sunlight crawls muted through the window which overlooks the brightest orange and golden trees. Funny how vibrant is the dying season. A blackbird soars elegant against a snowy clouded sky. And for right now, silence lays her head down next to us. Quiet sighs sliding smooth along the water glass. My body and your body, melting like teardrops into the steel gray afternoon.
Allison Marie Conway 
Very sensual…I love the descriptives and comparisons.
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Thank you so very much, I’m so grateful you enjoyed this piece. 🙏🏻🌹🕊
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You possess such a mastery of this–not just to see, but to express the most obstinate and truest aspects of life: light and dark, enveloping, overlapping, melding and melting. Like teardrops into the steel grey afternoon. Lovely.
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I am so grateful to you, thank you so much for saying such a beautiful thing, George. It means worlds to me that you find depths in my work where most would just gloss over. Thank you.
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So lovely…🧡🍂🦊
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Thank you ever so much, dearest Lisa, I’m so touched you enjoyed this. ♥️🍁🌹🕊
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Absolutely, Dearest Allison 🌹
I am also immensely enjoying your beautiful book; Luminae with my coffee this morning. Though I am only a few pages in, I feel quite immersed! Looking forward to turning each page with delight, nothing quite like a book of delectable poetry. You are too grand.💋💋🍂🍂🧡🧡
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Oh my goodness Lisa, I can’t even tell you how much I adore that Luminae is in your precious hands! I swear I wrote that whole book for souls just like yours: magical, tender, strong, prismatic… thank you for being you and for letting my words into your gorgeous heart. I’m honored. My heart flutters at the very thought. 🦋♥️🍁💋🌹🕊🕊🕊
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Thank you for writing this beautiful book! I swear I feel a kindred connection with every word, Angel🤍🦢🥰🌹😘
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Oh god you’re gonna make me cry 🥺 … thank you so deeply and much, dear kindred angel soul. 🦢🙏🏻♥️🤍😘🌹🕊🕊🕊
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Tears of love and joy, mama🌸🌙🤍 The pleasure is all mine.
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