Thought I'd try my hand at love poetry for a change!
Something bright,
Just a trifle trite
I think I might
Just feel right.
And what would I write?
About that first unexpected kiss
That look I often miss
That soft eloquent touch
Silence, that said so much.
The laughter and the light
The frolic and the fight
The warm deep glow
As we merged soft and slow.
Stop.
Right now.
You don't know how.
You never did.
So drop the lid.
And speak no more
Of that mask you wore
That flame you bore
as no one's whore.
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11 comments:
apt rhymin...;)
full of cliche, but quite different from what you usually offer :)
esp liked the line 'as we merged soft and slow'
good, good.
heh @ as no one's whore
Everything rhymed & made sense too!
nice one there :)
Liked "Remember" and "Serene" (this is diff than ur normal wrks..like it that way) on S.Bloodless.
'You never did.
So drop the lid.
And speak no more
Of that mask you wore
That flame you bore
as no one's whore'
A fraud caught in the act of stealing something she/he never owned.
Ain't it the truth.
hmm.
Aria, caffeine addict, cherie, 1$saint, VP: thanks again
mermaid: what was that song..'I'm looking through you..'
Starts well. The first line should probably have been before the title or at the end. Took the title away.
Not sure of the ending here.
icy highs:now what does that mean? thanks for dropping by though...and interesting blogs you've got there. will read more soon.
SG: yeah, should have thought of that, too late now!
what the fuch does hmm mean? jeezus wept.
love poem maybe but still with a mules kick.
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