- Non-Erotic Poetry
- A Cricket Chirping
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Click hereshe lifted her hair
and evening's cool
kissed her neck
* * *
flame-charred skulls
cried red virgin tears
the stairway screamed
as the last breast of kindness
suckled the moon
a frantic fevered star
alone in a room
of bonsai stasis
the familiar aroma
of plum purple memories
floated past
souls chafed raw
by the underside of storm clouds
lulled senseless by questioning ghosts
* * *
a cricket chirping
in rhythm's throat
the remnants of departed dreams
adorned in the triumph
of morning's pink overture
bright vaporous whispers
escaped from under
silent scarlet tongues
sweetly delivered to the soul's flute
puckered and only hinting darkness
like a train in tall trees approaching
desire's distant hum neared roaring
sunbeams mesmerized
by the struggles of dust
the blaze of an instant
a diamond shimmering
on the velvet lap
of the hour's complacency
* * *
she lifted her hair
and evening's cool
kissed her neck
she held my hand
as we jumped into
the relentless brilliant blue
so, excuse me, while i say to her,
"i love you and i love you and i want you
forever"
- COMMENTS
tazz317almost 12 years agochirping and buzzing on a summer night. TK U MLJ LV NV
duddle146over 17 years agoGorgeous images come floating by as you move serenely through this lovely rendering. Like a mystical photograph album you can savor each image until the end where he whispers "...I love you and want you forever." Sheer poetic beauty!
LeBrozover 17 years agoHere we have from Lit's deeper recesses
A bit of love's little moments of crazy.
