the dark curly tresses
gently caress my words
waltzing around
to touch your mind
.
moonlight wrap your smile
millions of little broken
peices of shattered glass
find a reason
to glow deep inside
.
long lashes tickle my breath
as i kiss the twin buds to bloom
wafting woman fragrance
get the gentle breeze drunk
.
reason and logic melt
as dark coals are kindled
the snake slithers in the darkness
towards the forbidden fruit
.
gently caress my words
waltzing around
to touch your mind
.
moonlight wrap your smile
millions of little broken
peices of shattered glass
find a reason
to glow deep inside
.
long lashes tickle my breath
as i kiss the twin buds to bloom
wafting woman fragrance
get the gentle breeze drunk
.
reason and logic melt
as dark coals are kindled
the snake slithers in the darkness
towards the forbidden fruit
.
9 comments:
groomed verse. But what kindles the souls that lick this fruit is an anomaly...
for those that bear a slighest idea of this taste, its deviating tongues, will have known the true nature of touching many lives in a single rhythm of love in a world of lovelessness...
and thus we are the children of this fruit that contradicts this anomaly:-)
vampirism and nihilistic innuendos......perhaps im reading wrong.......but if this is where hidden worlds emerge, i want in!!!
brilliant analogies....extremely well written!!! one of my favs
Sift: understand what you say...but the world is not loveless...there is lots of it actually...just need to open oneself a wee bit
ra: all in the mind, my friend...join the party :)
mayz: thanks....
Hmmm.....my mind wonders as to whom these curly tresses & the long lashes belong to!? ;-)
That sounded so ethereal!!
HI...nice meeting u at the blogger meet. Nice blog! Hv a nice day!!!
Great Meeting you at the blog meet . This poem is awesome.blogrolling you.
Lovely play of words.
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