Beyond The Moon

from the corner of his eye
he reads
the wind in her hair;
intoxicating, scented braille

he whispers fireflies;
fragments of his soul,
to descend
on her eyelashes
(feathery soft),
and tip-toe to the moon;
where his gaze tastes hers,
delicately,
in white & faintest blue.

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Written for Victoria C. Slotto’s prompt about Synesthesia (confused sensations) over at dVerse – come join us at the bar!

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57 thoughts on “Beyond The Moon

  1. the wind scented braille….love how you give it texture…and meaning in that one sentence…whispers fireflies…how magical is that as well…smiles..he tastes her in blue…shiver-worthy…smiles.

  2. OMG- I love this, Miriam…you nailed the prompt! Such gorgeous images.

    he reads
    the wind in her hair;
    intoxicating, scented braille

    he whispers fireflies

  3. The words ‘he whispers fireflies; fragments of his soul…’ are really inspired. You have really nailed synesthesia as you worked your poem toward a most beautiful ending.

  4. reading the wind in her hair like braille…such a cool image…love all the images..the tasting her…descending on her eyelashes…such tender intimacy in this..

  5. There have been some astounding posts in this series, and this one is stunning. Excellent synesthesia here. “he whispers fireflies” is poetical genius. Brilliant. -Mike

  6. …reads the wind in her hair— now that’s something fresh… and i loved it… had a trouble with wordpress sites last night unable me to post my comments… now coming back to try again… and glad it’s working again…whew… smiles…

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