Linger the dream of a first kiss,
dreaming the touch of your raw lips,
touching the light of ripe bliss,
lighting the cell your will keeps.
Behold the submission love inflicts,
submitting to lies reason forbids,
belying the hunger for untimely peace,
hungering death at your finger tips.
5 comments:
you are a most kind being~t~
I just wanted to tell you that I think you are doing a really interesting job here, an original search, a personal one.
I am glad you let me discover you.
By the way where are you from? which languages do you speak? I think that is related to the magic of the sound of your words.
Be well
M
Felt It
Txandi, I am so pleased to come back here and see that you are still writing. This poem reminded me of Bergman's Intermezzo.
There's smoldering passion in that verse....could sputter, ignite n burn!
Happy New Year!
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