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Click hereI wish to cling in your scented masculine
Your charmed eyes; your spiritied
Speak to me in deepest true
Gather me up like a silk napkin and blot me across
Tendered words dripped from lips purging
Let me absorb all you wish to say
Wrapped attention to your meaning
Of worried doubts; jagged edged world dividing
Soaking you of strength and reasoned mind
Still the music you feign to sing
Strums beneath the soul
The harp plucking to be heard.
Ill hear you
And wrap winged thoughts as gauzed bandage
Rock you in all pleasures your depth can hold
Care not your wilted garden
Thorned bush or jilted path
Let me take up your brightness in a porcelain cup
And sip from it until you're mirrored in my eyes
I sipped this poem like a fine bottle of wine... 'delicious' (~_~)
"Let me take up your brightness in a porcelain cup
And sip from it until you're mirrored in my eyes"
Really enjoyed this... I think it could start with the third line. What do you think? It seems that the first are covered in the theme of the rest of the poem, and the napkin analogy is so strong, would be a great place to start, grab the reader in.