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Maravillossa<\/strong><\/p>\n The combustion process <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Witty Fay<\/strong> is a translator by trade and a humanist by nature. She has been writing herself into her poems for some time into the virtual world at www.iexile.com, www.allpoetry.com\u00a0<\/a> , www.scriggler.com<\/a>\u00a0 , www.destinypoets.co.uk ,www.writerscafe.org,\u00a0 www.poetrysoup.com\u00a0<\/a> and www.versewrights.co . Also, she proudly had her first bilingual volume of poetry, Nefelibata\u00a0 (Brian Brixon Books, 2014), published and she is aiming at unraveling prose. Wearing the many hats of the aspiring poet\/writer, she draws influences from the people she meets, the places she travels, the books she reads, and the movies she watches.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Maravillossa The combustion process Begins with your eyes Scorching one layer of my cells, On a wet day That keeps us into each other. My heart beats loudly thud! Or is the thug in the folds Of me that curls around The fingertips and the saltiness? When the burn melts away, I […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-8336","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8336","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=8336"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8336\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8338,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8336\/revisions\/8338"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8336"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8336"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8336"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nBegins with your eyes
\nScorching one layer of my cells,
\nOn a wet day
\nThat keeps us into each other.
\nMy heart beats loudly thud!
\nOr is the thug in the folds
\nOf me that curls around
\nThe fingertips and the saltiness?
\nWhen the burn melts away,
\nI stick my arms into the damp dusk
\nTo tickle the moon under the yellow chin
\nAnd its laughter shatters star dust
\nOn the likes of us
\nAnd we end up glittering,
\nLike a pair of scantily-clad quinces,
\nOn the sill of a stolen day.<\/p>\n