Open Poetry #39 |
Transgression |
themute Member
since 2006-05-08
Posts 469Maryland |
Transgression I am taken far, yet far is closer, My eyes that wander willingly; They wander on the flesh, the skin; Those lovely lips encourage sin. Now rest your head upon my shoulder Lovingly, yet for embrace; I beckon you to take my place Where passions love is ambiguity. Save words, save rhyme, save saving saves, But save me here to wallow. Your tearing eyes reminded me Of oh, how much I love you. To die, to dream my past away; I would be therefore flowered. To dry, to blow like sand away; I will be there for carried On the wind and in the air. And from the wind my love will show By the fluttered movements of your hair. I am the two-toed wanderer |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
this touches softly |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
*enjoyed the imagery of fluttered hair* poetic smiles to you |
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