Open Poetry #39 |
the goddess you |
RedStoneEB Senior Member
since 2003-06-08
Posts 772uk |
Ever soft as the clouds we buy a fairer touch had I but taken her lasting breathe away, unto whom do I owe such love? Sickening thoughts----but not in such violence of an aching, a wanting of lust; hire me a heart from what great distance and weeping does she come in mourning, made white by such offerings. The flowers beg to have a reason—sweet does the honey sit un-tasted in its natural stance, ending on what lips but yours in flavor and I the longing serpent that wishes to poison you, -- and yet can only kiss you in my sleep be gone, be gone! Sweet thoughts on tide ridden dreams. What shame can be the greatest of them all to see the blush or be the blusher, and trembling in our passing passion we stir the clouds and the goddess you become in such a place. |
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Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan |
. I can read that no lady would have been safe in the court of Elizabeth with you running around in tights . |
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