- Non-Erotic Poetry
- A Smoke Signature
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Click hereThe air was squat and thick as we spoke with cloudy voices by the edge
No one can say what it truly takes to meet a person as they really are
Chains of trust truly tender, tight and taut,
Through tongue truths I met you then on that ledge.
Secrets surely tattoo my body through your billowy brown eyes
Those things timely spoke upon. fears, faux and pride.
Beyond the markings lies a soul, seen slipping slightly from sight
Passion smolders quietly amongst the embers there, hissing another’s cries.
If a similar voice fails to sound when you wish it
Delay your disappointment, drown that disembodiment,
Like a rickety furnace in an outback house, I burn slow. But never cool.
Once ablaze that’s when there’s a need to know someone was there to see fit
To make something of me, that can be left to offer up.
The marks on you said anything could be read.
I left it blank then but ill say this to you now as my quill
If you could have said anything to me then
It would be that you were my friend.
- COMMENTS
duddle146over 17 years agoSomeone who's a friend with an awesome responsibility ~ through thick and thin you'll still say ~ you are my friend.
LeBrozover 17 years agoHad to check that bio
Phraseology seems sort of strange
Australia
Ahhh, now it all makes perfect sense.
Nicely done!
lobomaoabout 18 years agocloud winded storm sky blown
as fresh glass skin cools its temper
all asides aside I cannot find my breathe
cut as they are on sharp edges
of the mouth of your voice
shaped as a vase to carry a world
we hold to light and see it thorugh
all our odd shapes bend flex or bow
held in leaded vessels emotions flow
how can we see - or even start
or truely know each other's heart
yet your words race mine
as passing reflections in our eyes
of overhead overheard thunder heads
made all the more dangerous now
as you are outstanding in your field
ps - welcome to lit, stay awhile.
Anonymousabout 18 years agoFirstly, welcome to Lit!
I liked this. Your poem is poignant and quite touching, the only suggestion that I would offer is regarding structure, I think it would benefit from being structured into stanzas, would help its rythmn.
Keep up the good work
