Sunday, April 25, 2010

muse to muse

i wl be your muse
if only you wd be my witch
suck out my soul and spit it
into the cauldron and stir it
with your juice to spice it
the fire in your eyes to cook it
sip it and kiss feed me with it
lip to lip
kiss to kiss
muse to muse
wait for it to spread inside
you and me and us
and words to erupt
that wl scald the world
and scar it
for ever


(¯`•._.•[Raajii]•._.•´¯) said...

Such passion! :-)

Shoonyata said...

Raaji: what is life without a dash of passion? :)))

Ac said...

very unusual poem I like it :D

Shoonyata said...

Ac: Thanks for dropping in..

Anonymous said...

Nice blog you got here... Just droppin' by to say hi!

little_red said...

This is incredible and so beautiful! I absolutely love it

Shoonyata said...

little red: Thanks for dropping by....I liked your writing too..very sensitive..

Ira said...

quickly now, on this note lets get on with that "world domination" idea. :-). love this.

Neil Mc Core said...

very nice, sincere compliments, I was bewitched by this poem.

The subject is deep and strong .... positive
After reading your words, I thought a story opposite
And I found these words
the theme is always the passion

greetings and genuine compliments for your blog and your topics

I gave the name to everything.
I saw the morning sun, was hope
I emerged from my menagerie. Was my home
I advanced through the barbaricine valleys. Was my dance.

The clouds always moving, had my smoke
my flesh burned by desire. I was real
A beautiful smile for who I met on the street, I was joking.
Hope began to fall behind the mountains. I was always more proudest.

The smell of the night, crept feline
I think I see a star. I called it: simple pessimism
The night now enveloped me like a shroud of lightweight linen
I now burned desire and the last sun, i had become
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sush writes said...

sexy and touching