Ellie belfiglio

When I hear this sound that awakens me, intimidating its way into my cloistered night, I write…


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“CEASING THE PAIN”

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Around my bare shoulder, his fingers wrapped.

As flames cover a burning log softly.

Sense of touch, intense, comforting!

Quickly penetrated my skin lovingly!

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I had found in this season of winter,

Summer pleasure and light.

Left my heart and body, the cold, harsh air,

Surrounded me soft blanket, warm, loving!

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As ecstasy filled my body, pain ceased to exist!

Like water soak into a dry sponge.

The bitterness cried from my soul-

With silent, tender tears, heartbreak of hours!

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The healing power of love, to know;

And grace of another being, experience.

I safely surrounded, so forgiving!

Forever the eternity of himself to him!! …

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“Ellie”

The pictures are from bing.com…

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“IN YOU…”

You don’t see the me in you! And I, you in me!! …

Ellie belfiglio

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In you-
I see the deep ocean.
I see the brightness of sun.
At its highest point
I see the radiance of the stars.
In the darkest night,
I see behind the darkness of your eyes…

in you-
I see the freedom of your soul.
I see your longing for true love.
I see thee generous heart slowly opening;
And then closes in fear of that love.
I see behind the darkness of your eyes…

In you-
I see my heart entwined with yours.
My soul reaches the depth of yours.
I see my adoring glance reflect in your eyes;
And I wish you see yours in mine…

But what sadness…
For-
In me-
You don’t see the me in you.
And I, you in me!! …

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~ Ellie ~
The pictures are from bing.com…

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“WELCOME TO THE WORLD OF RHYME”

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Welcome to the world of rhyme, /  touch the clocks of ticking time.

Whiplash wind in circled mass, / colored wheat field made of grass.

Rippling rain in moon delight, / sweetness comes within the night.

Van Gogh’s starry night up high, / dripping thread of white to tie.

Wanting her through tall dark trees, / covered brush in kneeling knees.

Dance with fire, night ablaze, / wanting him to touch the rays.

Darkened passion, fits of flame, / darling, he has called her name.

Dark black hair that fondles waist, / drape of fury that is his to taste.

Moon lash droplets, shadows sigh, / reading love poems to make her cry.

Nymph in silk and angel dust, / Darling cried in fits she must.

Angel shrieking wild pain, / touch her fury, drives her insane.

Laughter in rainforest air, / endless whirl without a care.

Tent flaps shaking, canvas wide, / feel the love from inside.

Dance in flame with satin white, / Sanctify crime in the night.

Sparkle more her dreamy eyes, / shatter forth his moral ties.

Drown in mad moon sky above, / read her love poems and make her love.

Palm branch hanging on the rose, / how it ended, no one knows!! …

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“Ellie”

The pictures are from bing.com…