I have shared
land and sky
with you.
I have tasted
blood and honey.
My witch-oil turned
to dragon-fire
at your touch…
Soft fingers laid asleep
until your turmoil
woke them
for so long….
It feels like getting drunk
on old reddish wine
long softened
during times of
War
Equanimity
and
Comets.
What shall I pour in your glass?
Molten flowers
Golden ink
Lucid light
Unicorn mirth…
I dig your veins
for gold.
I find pure
bitter-sweet
amber nuggets.
I fear any story
whose ink
my words
can’t drink…
Yet I drip in yours
ever since.
When your arms call
and your lips
read all my feral kisses
How can there be no heaven?
“Writing is an Iron Tale, must be tough and sincere to the core of human perception of pain as valor. I am the grumpy T-Rex who started writing out of pain, not because of a polished world. Writing out of love is painless and herbivore. As we sometimes taste blood, ours or others’. Nevertheless, some words are so expensive that we are better left with them unspoken or write them with the ink of a Ghost…” She is a teacher, small entrepreneur and cyclist.
This was such an enjoyable read.
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A vision of love. Of what love should be.
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Thank you very much!
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Iulia Halatz on Sudden Denouement
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Just gorgeous Iulia
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Thank you, Christine!
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Fabulous, by sip or quenching gulp.
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Melt, by Iulia Halatz. A beautiful look at connection and the divinity of inspiration.
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Amazing words form you, Erich, as always, and not entirely deserved 💚
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Thank you, but don’t get modest I’m me…that’s where I live, and your work is phenomenal . 💚
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💚 💚
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This is beautiful
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Thank you!
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Wow. This is stunning. The entire poem, but this, this is my favorite:
“I dig your veins
for gold.
I find pure
bitter-sweet
amber nuggets.”
❤
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💚
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❤
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Beautiful ❤
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Thank you! 💚
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This is fantastic Iulia. 🖤🖤
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Thank you! 💚💚
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“It feels like getting drunk
on old reddish wine
long softened
during times of
War”
❤ ❤
couldn't have said it better myself.
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