Your spoke to me
in poetry
And I did the
unthinkable
I swooned
Straight into
your arms
Heedless of the
peril in your pretty words
Strung like stars
on a silken line
Destined to
delight and be my end
You spoke to me
in poetry
And I did the
unforgivable
I forgave
Lulled by a lyric
Called to curb my
waking temper
And cloud my
clearing vision
Destined to
reveal and be your end
You spoke to me
in poetry
And I did the
inevitable
I trembled
Fearing
loneliness yet
Witnessing within
the words you wove
The oblique lies
and angled truth
Destined to
destroy and be our end
Oh, I just swooned! I do love when you stretch your poetic muscles. This is beautiful, lush and lyrical and speaks to the romantic fool in me. You literally spoke to me in poetry and to your verse I reply, 'Bravo!'
ReplyDeleteThat is uber-high praise coming from the poet whom I admire most! I have no idea where this came from; it was one of those "gotta get it out" moments born of too much Prosecco and a subjugated mushpot trapped in a Virgoan body.
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