HE SPURNS APPROACH
Folded in the arms of night
untrammelled by prevailing lust
tormented by passivity
his intermittent character
bears due regard for rectitude.
No servitor to instincts call
his eyes aglow his fire suppressed
despite her gentle moth-like touch
he spurns approach to union.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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Comments5
Beautiful emotive write Michael.
Thanks Andy
A fine write Michael. Could be me - spurning any approach to anything 'exciting'. Fido always barks to warn me off!
Is Fido your wife?
Another good evening there?
Just had a whisky - so peaty you could grow moss in it - in fact I think someone did.
A miss-match of marital needs hidden in sensitive imagery Mike - - I know "fire suppressed" can cause one-sided torment. A sensuous read.
Michael,
Wow...
An outstanding write!
I liked it very much!
A great piece of artwork!
~Laura~
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