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    Wick Still Warm

    “Wick Still Warm” My hands are washed in crushed myrrh,my lips steeped in honeyed wine.I come to you not as mere man, but flame—and as the hush between temple bells,eager to exclaim. You are carved within the dark of me,like gold...

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    • Awesome poetry, Styx. I always enjoy your articulation.

    • Thank you Tim. I’m trying to get away from my long prose pieces and attempt things more poetic. My goal anyway. LOL.

    • This gives me hints of Egypt and Africa. The chalice is a beautiful offering of self. Love this.

      • Thanks Fia. That is an interesting comment. Because Del is actually doing a piece of artwork for one of her writes, and the pic has a very obvious nod to Africa.

    • Beautifully penned, Mark. Incredible imagery my friend, amazing write. Appreciate you.

      Damian

      • Thank you Damian. I already see some slight edits that it needs. LOL.
        I usually blurt my writes out like blood from a bad cut. But this one I built. -Trying to step up my game a bit i guess.
        Good to see you still kicking it up in here!

    • And this is why Mark. This is why we write. Impeccable as ever. Tis always been a joy to read you. Do I get an invite to the wedding? A Welshman running loose under U.S of A skies.

      Need to share this. It cut me like a blade into the guts, but I have moved on. There will never be enough room in my heart to thank the likes of you and Gary. In redemption, Rob

    • Ah but Rob, I’m only a two generation back American. My people were boat people. LOL. I enjoy the diversity of cultures, obviously. It is how we progress as humans. Yes? All of my years in the Army further strengthened that belief.
      Del and I are not rushing a wedding. And, we just may elope to Vegas when the time comes. So far we are still doing the airplane rides back and forth to see each other. (Jobs, etc… ) But the future is obviously obvious for us.
      As for writing, I’m still hacking at what I hope is worthy reads. I look for like-minded writers such as yourself, that are into the crafting of it all. No fluff, no generic porn just for attention. I will take a handful of dedicated writers to surround myself with, because it betters me. It was a reward discovering your own material. And still is. Som thank you for the comradery.

    • Oh. This read makes me feel like molten lava. Truly. It’s not rushed and had me smiling the whole time I read it. I have not written in a while. Material like this gets me motivated. I wish I had 4 arms! I’d get more work done! Great nod to intimacy honey. This is fantastic! Love you:)

      • You do not need four arms. You have plenty of awesome bodily abilities just as you are! What!
        And hey, you’ve been very busy getting your book done! New writes can wait. You’re accomplishing something epic!
        You motivate me! Smooches babydoll!

    • Reading this poem felt like stepping into a sanctuary where intimacy becomes devotion. Its language carries a quiet heat, dignified yet deeply stirring. “Your fingers are pilgrims” and “read me in cursive” stood out to me as moments of profound connection, not just passion. The closing image, “a candle still warm at the wick,” leaves a soft afterglow – a reminder that some encounters echo long after they’ve passed.

    • Wonderful comment, Romaj.
      I’m finding some keen motivation here in Starsrite, to write what I hope to be quality reads. Include yourself in that motivation. You are a gifted writer.
      The “warm at the wick” was my fav idea and carried this write for me. A snuffed candle, yet that served its purpose.

    • This is an outstanding, passionate and heart touching piece, Styxian! The imagery and the wording are brilliant! I love how you elevate your relationship to a higher spiritual level by using cross references to the divine, like the Psalms or the chalice!

      • Alas, Sappho, I do not know the exactness of spirituality. I myself lean towards aliens more than religion for a so called higher power. Yet, there is something out there, that makes us elevate our dreams, our thoughts, our love… Religion is handy in that regard.
        Sometimes, a relationship seems “heavenly” even. Above our norms. And, reading others’ material seems to steer me at times towards a direction to write about. That’s where good writes come in. It feeds me to try my own. So you keep doing what you do. You’re top tier.

    • Very muchly enjoyed sir .. Neville 😎👍

    • “I am yours, not for the night,
      but for the echo it leaves in our bones.” This thought spoke to me Styxian. The whole of the poem did as well. There is a feel of REAL Love, the kind that shares not only the intimacy, but everything that life presents to both of you. A sharing that leads to a hold-fast bond. I don’t think many have this kind of shared connection, or this kind of love. You express it delicately as well as passionately. Really, nicely written Styxian.

      -Curt

      • Actually I dwelled on that part for quite a bit. I changed it a little, changed it back. And here you are highlighting it as a positive. So thank you for reassuring me that it is okay as is.
        And I appreciate your comment as a whole, as well.

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    A Winter's Tale

    A Winter’s Tale  It was a Winter’s taleyou told as soft,fluffy snow,fell around us.Your eyes danced excitedlywith the laughter in your heart,as you announced,“we are, all of us,miracles;tied togetheras one.And when we diewe fill the skywith our light.We become the...

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    • This was different! I like it. Like sitting on a hill in the evening, discussing the meandering reasons of life and such.

      • Styxian, thank you so much for your gentle comment. I did that once, a long time ago, with the woman I married. Her father’s farm had a hill that became a wooded area at the top. We often took a blanket out there and watched the stars, holding hands and talking about life, and our dreams. I like how you saw and read this poem.
        -Curt

    • This poem is tender and full of wonder. I love how it moves from cosmic reflections to something deeply personal – turning starlight into a metaphor for love. The ending, where the “miracle” becomes the person themselves, is so heartfelt and beautiful.

      • Hi RomaJ, this poem was written for a friend that I cared about deeply. It started to form as a poem after watching the movie, ‘A Winter’s Tale’. The “miracle” was indeed their love for each other (Peter Lake and Beverly Penn in the movie). She had a heart that could not get over heated, had to remain at a cold temperature, but she want to feel him, his warmth, his passion and so their love making while gentle and complete, led to her death. But the love shared was the ‘miracle”. There was a sadness to the movie, but there was also the joy! The joy of how they felt and appreciated each other. It’s a very good movie, perhaps you have seen it. If not, I recommend watching it.

        RomaJ, thank you for reading and commenting. I am happy you found it beautiful.
        -Curt

        • Curt,

          ​Thank you so much for sharing the deep context behind your poem. Knowing it was inspired by a friendship and A Winter’s Tale makes it even more moving.

          ​That connection you drew between the miracle of their love and the tragedy of Beverly’s fate -where warmth and passion lead to both joy and loss -perfectly explains the poem’s “dreamy, floating quality” followed by that “sudden jolt of reality.” It shows that you captured the essence of that duality, where the most beautiful moments often hold the greatest heartbreak.

          ​I haven’t seen A Winter’s Tale, I am definitely adding it to my list. I appreciate the recommendation.

          It’s clear your poem is a powerful tribute, and thank you again for the beautiful read.
          ​Best,
          ​Roma

    • To call your poem beautiful would be an affront and yet that is what it is. Beautiful and all the synonyms that follow. I earnestly hope we do return to the stars. Thank you for sharing this gently provocative piece!

      Clay

      • Hi Clay,
        thank you for finding this poem beautiful and gently provocative. It makes me happy that you enjoyed reading it.
        -Curt

    • This is brill and I aint talking fish neither .. Bravo RZ .. Neville 😎👍

    • Neville, you Brit, you!! I have heard that “brill’ description before and I need to thank you for it. I like this poem as well and knowing you don’t think it “stinks (fishy)” is indeed a nice compliment. Thank you.
      -RZ

    • I first thought of writing the word “wow” in capital bold letters, with a trail of exclamation marks to follow. This one defies whatever I could conjure up to tell you how very much it moved me…heart and soul. I deeply loved the way you acknowledged the constellations. How mesmerizing it reads. How beautiful beyond words, it is!

      Kelly
      xo

    • WOW!!!!!!! ;0) Your comment, is, well, wonderful!! I like how this poem came out. It felt magical as I wrote it. And that you, Kelly, a marvelous poet yourself, found it mesmerizing, I am blushing. Thank you.

      Curt
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