http://slow.writerscafe.org/gypsyqueen24601 The original writings of author Shalini R en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776028451 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 My toes knead into tired sandLazy from the sun's hard beating.My fingers float half in, half outOf sea's cool water blueAnd patiently await the tide to rush in.Rolling under the cliffs I can see lipsThat miss the kissOf the sea.Here on the edge of paradiseI'm in want of a saltwater.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gypsyqueen24601/405790/ At 5 am, the city lights at sun's riseFrom a distance look like fallen stars. They glow like some inverted heaven.My eternity is this place now, on earth.This city has hands. Fingers beam out fromStreams of light from skyscraper windows. 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road's pavement black,That crystal seems to be the new fruit from treesRipe, and ready to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gypsyqueen24601/363705/ The panels on the wall peel offLike dying bark onOld oak trees.Somewhere it's autumnAnd orange leavesFloat in puddles gathered     in sidewalk cracks.And somewhere there's the first snowfallLanding on tops of split fence posts.And somewhere in the  &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gypsyqueen24601/302042/ I see art in the fieldsAnd greened hillsWhere heaven meets earthIntertwines in the leavesAnd leaves a tampered canvas.Beyond what I can see from my train windowAre layers of landLayers laid hand by handWith iron and steel, stolenFrom the strength of mountains.The sun hears the qu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gypsyqueen24601/225863/ Sins of the fleshBurn to boneSkin neatlyfolded on the floor.You make me jump out     of my skinMy pores cry tormented criesFor the smooth ofYour TouchAnd the heat fromYour Kiss.I'm enveloped by how you smellMy incensetwo heartsone beattwo finger.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gypsyqueen24601/224824/ In the cityCars sailed by, a whoosh with headlights.A blanket covered the skyTerryclothAnd the lights from the cityLooked like fallen starsInverted heavenParadise is a place on earth.Today I was awake for the sunrise.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gypsyqueen24601/212255/ I’ve tasted the color of rainLilac and cotton candy covered my lips.I can recall the bite of blackberriesThey stung my tongueBarefoot in dirty puddlesMud melting between my toes.Those days I was a child areNow long gone, teetering on forgotten.Today I hear moneyClanging a con.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gypsyqueen24601/211425/ “The sky’s so bright becauseof the fog.  It causesthe lamplight to scatter in the mist,” he said.And I’ve tasted of night’s bitter nectarThe edge of light surrounds a black, endless midnight And I’ve come back.There’s no mist at this iron do.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gypsyqueen24601/211422/ Now take that sound ofRaging wind hiding behind anUncommon breeze.Pick her apart, piece by thread“What’s your favorite color?”“What’s your favorite book?”The color your eyes long to beThe story that sings stories of weHide ‘she’ in a fo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gypsyqueen24601/210788/ That cool Saturday night, I rested my lamenting head     on your chest, andMy pillow had a heartbeat.I memorized, analyzed.Chose never to forget its music"Thud-thud, thud thud."In one more full moon I'll never hear it again.That'll be the end of dum.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gypsyqueen24601/137610/ At the top plateau of theSky-lit seaOne white-winged glorySailed, surfing airCutting the windWith her grace.A sweet country roadFollowed and raced alongTall stalks of still green corn.And I still remember theDollops of clouds thatRuled that day,Prephorated and very sedatedC.. 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Attempting to fight off the gray of December But the only light was the light in her eyes And her face bright with rouge. My breath was before me, then gone Cold, and weighing down. 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