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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
Lovesick By: Noah Eaton 1/15/01 Incarcerated in the pillory of desire, in chains and feet of clay Inwrought in my heartstrings I am, marinated under passions tiger lily sun I long to find a sign from my love, as I long to be loved To be betokened with a signal, without drifting away, melting into lusts bay She sways in all my dreams with beauty She dances in my head as I daydream of her Showered by a billow of affection, my mind melts, dizzy in amorousness Gentle nail hammers into flooding heart, she’s always on my mind Situated in the dunes of longing, harnessed in my dreams Covered in the shawl of a parched throat, I reach for the sky Swallowing my saliva in the high noon of my emotions, I attach my fifth-wheel of faith to me as I march across hearts desert of lost love letters I cross this wasteland on my hands and knees, fighting off the sandstorms of aspiration I come across visions oasis, and I quench my throat with it’s pride I look into the mirror of the oasis, remnants of my future love life gleam before my eyes I look at her, thunderstruck with joy, watching as we make sweet love together Coaxed in my great love for her, I watch as I hold her as she lays me down on a meadow My lips locked with hers, soft and sweet, under a sand dollar moon in a crystal sky I slowly drag my hands up her soft, warm waistline up to her shoulders, as she kisses my neck Kissing, holding each other, melting together in the beautiful heat of loves passion Tears of happiness fall from my moistened eyes into the water, watching as the ripples flow Shadows and silhouettes of this love spin around my head as I watch the ripples spin faster and faster I’m hypnotized as I melt into the eye of the cyclone, and I shake my head as I see I’m home again I uncontrollably smiling knowing that it’s just a matter of time when I really do find this love And it’s not bad feeling this way at all, as I realize it’s just a big part of the game of life I just shan’t let myself get absorbed into my desires and ambitions, can’t worry about it So I poussette on with my dreams, in awaiting of this love to tap my shoulder As I run down fortunes aisle, sweating in lovesickness, but feel fine nevertheless… |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Sigh...Noah, this should not have been neglected...This sort of reminded me of a thought I once penned about the irony of being in love called "bliss"---sometimes it does feel more like a sick madness. Let's send this one round again, okay?  |
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walker Member Elite
since 2001-02-11
Posts 2240Florida |
Your so romantic. I'm sure you'll find your true love one day. Wonderful poem! A quarter of a century must pass, for the writer to understand what and why he writes. |
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