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Open Poetry #48

Jessie

KentAshbyKorb
Member

since 2013-05-05

Posts 99
Nc USA

0 posted 2013-11-21 09:15 AM

I simply happened by her
Her eyes a blue bolt of fire
Beaming blazing beauty
Like the day!

To her ,
With all my meager heart
In tethered, severed parts
Here's what I said!

"I'd scribe our names on the tree tops
Side by side! For what it's worth to you!

I'd hang high kites from hot air balloons
To lasso moons
From foreign galaxies
Just to place their faces on your fingers
I'd tame a lion
Defame a giant
Proclaim alliance
Through and through
All for your hot breath
Warm lips
Tongue filled kisses
Dashing bashful dances
Of faceted sapphire struck lashes
The blasts of
your smiles
Beguiled
I'd dash the fastest
Apace for miles
Just to catch your magic!
I'd defame myself
Proclaim no else
Could ever
Captivate me
Like you do
And as I do
If I did
Let it sit
And linger
While my souls fingers
Long the touch of your embrace
I love your face
I love your smiles
I dig your whiles
You're wild
The only child
Of my other mothers womb!
And if I must embrace the tomb
Or doom
Or loom
Into a fog
Of eclipsed mountains
My mouth is
Ever dedicated
To protect
Your famous parts
And those you hide!
But I beg of you dear lady!
Do not chide
My solemn soul!
I beseech you rather
Don't leave me tattered
Make me whole
As friends forever
Grab my heart
To ever hold
Though it be battered
And weathered
Know... I'm gold!"

So with all this
As my own breath
To her sweet breath
With all my soul
And nothing left
I wrote to her a kiss!
That in the end
She might behold!
Everything
I know she is!
And she is gold!

"Striking thoughts make my mouth thunder as I brain storm."

paderewski
Member

since 2011-02-04

Posts 287
Louisiana, USA

1 posted 2013-11-21 09:38 AM

HeH.Heh All that is missing within the framework of this searching, beseeching poem is the touch of her fingers as they discover your face, then she leans into you for that much needed embrace.

~*~ My fake plants died because I did not pretend to water them. ~*~

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