Open Poetry #8 |
Memoirs |
Xeonox
since 2000-04-01
Posts 1764CA, USA |
Scent of your perfume wears me down, Glancing at your lotus lips I take a thousand bows, Eyes of mirrors contains an image of an angel, Your fiery hair melts me at this instance, Your loins are prepared from the finest silk, Ripe melons remind me of your luscious bosom, Your neck is an ornament made for gods, With a stroke of fingers you have spellbinder me, As you motion me to come forward, I become flightless, Each step towards you is a trip to heaven, Tears of joy cascade my eyes filling the breach between our hearts, Scattering like roots I fasten my soul onto yours, Soaking up on your beauty I misplace reality, These memoirs of yours shall keep me levelheaded. Ronil (What I say I live by and what I live by is what I create). |
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Xeonox
since 2000-04-01
Posts 1764CA, USA |
I bringing this poem from its grave because I wanted someone to read it if not reply to it. Ronil (The sweet sound of summer sends serenity through my soul searching for that evermore solitude.) |
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Poet deVine
Administrator
Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
Ronil, why not repost it in Open 10? Let everyone else get a chance to read it. |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
I share in your admiration of women...James |
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