Drifting skies and forward fire,
Take me somewhere,
where it’s quiet.
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Lift up and sea,
be my ocean blanket.
I’ll follow you into the darkness.
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Let’s go, let’s go.
Don't look back,
I can feed things that you lack.
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Into a rainbow, or down the road,
You are a readying pot of gold.
Just hold me here and don’t let go.
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With golden eyes that swoon me so softly,
let’s furnish this love in fine mahogany.
Expensive taste, to touch alike,
Feeling you fills me with light.
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Brightness and evergreen,
but you do not so see...
What comes in twos makes for a scenic scene.
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How can something taste so good?
Too touch a such would do me no good.
As my paupers and peasants crowd round your fire,
burning up, sick and filled with desire.
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Just show me the signals,
I‘ll follow the signs.
Tell me now,
are we following along the same lines?
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Author:
Dakota Kanisha (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 13th, 2018 03:33
- Comment from author about the poem: Criticism and/or praise encouraged. Essentially this poem is about love. Perhaps of the sort trying to convince someone they love them, or bargain their love. Let me know what you think it’s saying?
- Category: Love
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Comments1
The yearning is palpable Kanisha - -- love unrequited would feel just like this - a gem of a read.
I would say there is a lot of yearning for sure. Intensely!
Thank you for your kind words.
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