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Le Voleur

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Skyfyre
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0 posted 01-20-2000 10:02 PM       View Profile for Skyfyre   Email Skyfyre   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for Skyfyre

Le Voleur
(The Thief)

As Death, the sky, and copious the moon,
Upon the night which found my thoughts adrift
On hush'ed winds.  The silence held in swoon
My frenzied soul I felt my troubles lift,
If only for a moment.  While I gazed,
Enraptured, at the jeweled drape of sky,
A fierce longing in my bosom blazed;
I knew not whence it came nor even why.
I felt, upon my face, a gentle sigh --
So warm, the breath intangible caress
That lingered on my cheek.  My seeking eye
Found nothing, though and Night would not confess
Her secrets.  I was strangely unconcerned,
Although I knew the spectre lingered near:
His breath had only stoked the flame that burned
Within me.  Floating softly to my ear,
A tender whisper tingled, feather-light;
Its promise was of honey and of wine --
With silver tongue, and shivers of delight,
It claimed the will that once I thought was mine.
Against my back I felt his body pressed,
And arms about my waist to pull me near;
While sighing breaths and pounding heart confessed
My passion so that even he might hear.
Transformed into the flame by his embrace,
I felt a heat my heart had never known
I needed not to look upon his face
To know his longing echoed with my own.
His hands were butterflies upon my arms,
The linger of his lips, a searing bliss:
And I, the willing captive of his charms,
Was bound as sure as iron by his kiss.
But oh!  So kind a captor never breathed
As he whose warm exhale bestirred my hair!
And nevermore has such desire seethed
Within my breast as when I felt him there.
When, with the dawn, my lover did depart,
His kisses warm and wistful on my face,
I bid a fond adieu to stolen heart,
And hung a quiet nothing in its place.
For never shall I find the equal of
My phantom paramour, whose name is Love.




 You cannot choose the way of your death, but the path you choose will determine its own end.

© Copyright 2000 Linda Anderson - All Rights Reserved
Meadowmuse
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1 posted 01-20-2000 10:53 PM       View Profile for Meadowmuse   Email Meadowmuse   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Meadowmuse's Home Page   View IP for Meadowmuse

Oh my goodness...this breathes passion! {sighing} Awfully, awfully nice...
(sorry, can't seem to remember how to construct a proper sentence...still caught up in this heated, captivating, poetic parcel!) So nice...

Claire
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2 posted 01-20-2000 10:54 PM       View Profile for Poet deVine   Email Poet deVine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Poet deVine

Excellent writing, Kess! I love it...felt much like a Shakespearean poem!    

[This message has been edited by Poet deVine (edited 01-20-2000).]
Mike
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3 posted 01-20-2000 11:52 PM       View Profile for Mike   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Mike

Bravo!!!
Nicole
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4 posted 01-21-2000 01:19 AM       View Profile for Nicole   Email Nicole   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Nicole

Lessons??!  Can I sign up for LESSONS???!

You never cease to amaze me with your writing.  

 May I never be too busy to help another's load,
Then I'll be drinking from the saucer 'cause my cup has overflowed.

--Author Unknown
hoot_owl_rn
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since 07-05-99
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5 posted 01-21-2000 02:24 AM       View Profile for hoot_owl_rn   Email hoot_owl_rn   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit hoot_owl_rn's Home Page   View IP for hoot_owl_rn

Wow...talent abounds in your works  

 At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet. ~Plato
One Who Understands
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6 posted 01-21-2000 02:29 AM       View Profile for One Who Understands   Email One Who Understands   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for One Who Understands

How do you do it!!!
Did you write the dictionary?

Skyfyre
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7 posted 01-21-2000 12:47 PM       View Profile for Skyfyre   Email Skyfyre   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Skyfyre

OMG, blushing HARD here ...  

Such praise!  

Claire -- thank you so much!  I had to restrain myself on this one with the passion bit (did it show?), lest it end up in Adult!  LOL

Ms deVine:  You could not have paid me a greater compliment!  I am honored!  

Mike:  (bowing)  

Satiate:  You flatter me, madam.  You forget I have read your poetry -- you need no lessons from me!  

Ruth:  I do indeed try to make it appear so.  Thank you dearly.  

O.W.U.:  In iambic pentameter, usually.  
And as to the dictionary -- good Lord, no!  I am not yet THAT masochistic -- LOL!  

Smooches all,

--Kess



 Full fathom five thy father lies,
Of his bones are coral made,
Those are pearls that were his eyes;
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange...


--William Shakespeare, from The Tempest

Denise
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8 posted 01-21-2000 12:51 PM       View Profile for Denise   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Denise

Exquisitely crafted and such a beautiful read! Well done, as usual!!  

Denise
Echo Rhayne
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9 posted 01-21-2000 04:28 PM       View Profile for Echo Rhayne   Email Echo Rhayne   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Echo Rhayne

WoW!!!!  I am speachless!

 ~*~ ^i^ ~*~ Love is such a lonely art, and death is but a taste. Minds are merely instruments that often go to waste! ~*~ ^i^ ~*~


 
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