- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Hearts of Passion
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Click hereHearts of Passion
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Hearts of passion
Still the night
With twilights gleam
In hasty flight
The heart was thunder
My joy was rain
Her Love
The field of fruit
That sustained my soul
Rushing lips in madness
Taken by the flame
The rapture of our passion
Calling out her name
Until morns light
Brought with it
The sanity of reason
And waning shadows of sleep
The madness of the night
But another dream of her
And what of love
The vision whispered low
Shielding eyes of sorrow
Where rivers of pain now flow
The blood of his wound
Wet on his cheeks
I sit
Longing to see her
And knowing
I never shall again
- COMMENTS
sweet GA peachesabout 16 years agoyour poetry is so full of pain and
regret, as you lick your wounds and try
to move forward. Keep writing, it does
give balm for the soul, if only in shallow
moments of time.. the heart does heal.
sGp
My Erotic Taleover 18 years agoa very touching write, a dance with words in my mind that you laid out in a poetic way, touched my day....ty (~_*)
My Erotic Taleover 18 years agoa nice read that sways you like an oceans swell with vivid imagery
