Fulfilled. Complete.
Between the Grooves, Through the Drop
Baby, be the stylus,
delicate, precise.
Feel the grooves, run your tip
along the textured surface.
Find the rhythm, find the pace,
find each fold and its face.
The emptiness surrounding us
fills with tender harmony.
It hums and murmurs
slow,
unhurried,
eternal echo hovering
eons after record ends.
Honey, be the sunbeam
to my sparkling raindrop.
Pass through me at the perfect angle
my limbs and yours, twined, entangled.
Push me, pull me,
hold me, love me,
until the harvest ripens sweet,
and we dance on rainbow’s arc
to the brim fulfilled, throughout complete.
Each step is new
as well as ancient,
and nothing else in world remains.
About the Creator
Cristal S.
I've noticed that when I follow the path I enjoy most, I often end up swimming upstream. So here I am, right in the middle of it – writing about it all and more. ♡
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Comments (13)
The ending feels timeless, like something that has always been happening.
Beautiful! I can see why this earned a TS. Congrats!
I'm wondering if you wrote this to a person,or to inspiration itself? I interpreted in the way that it speaks to the muse, but then that could be anything and anyone... maybe I'm just overthinking. Beautiful poem!
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What a strange thing time is
Congrats on TS!
Really enjoyed this Cristal, especially how you created the sensuality between lovers metaphorically through the record player. Bringing musicality into poetry is something I love. Well done on your 'Top Story.' Thoroughly deserved!
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Delightful! Your imagery is perfection
Wow this was, bliss written through the senses. Sensual but innocent, inspired by the Vinyl Record Player, but breaking through as a perfect love poem that was inspired, but seamlessly. Outstanding. Congratulations on your Top Story 🎊🎉🎊
Very good work, congrats 😊👏
Very good work, congrats 😊👏
A really great poem once again, Cristal. Loved it. I hope Vocal gives you Top Story because more people should read these. My favourite lines: "Find the rhythm, find the pace, find each fold and its face. The emptiness surrounding us fills with tender harmony."