Take me
‘Neath the silver moon
Paint it on my chest
Let its light our souls cocoon
As she lays our hearts to rest
Take me
With your poet’s lips
Mark me with your words
Traced along your fingertips
My whispers softly stirred
Take me
On your black canvas stretched
Where lunar luminates
Each word is but a whimper etched
Yet deeper penetrates
Take me
As our Goddess prophesised
From dirt and blood and death
Release me in your endless eyes
Possess my final breath
Taken
- Author: sylviasearcher ( Offline)
- Published: February 20th, 2019 05:01
- Comment from author about the poem: When words possess you. The 18 + is just for the metaphor
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 71
Comments5
Beautiful...
Thanks Andrew Charles Forrest π
I know that feeling, I know that need..
you just proved yourself worthy of having the letters p.o.e. t. behind your name.. bravo ... N
I just proved myself worthy lol
Thanks Neville, I think π
yes, you did.. now stop thinking and start accepting... oh' and for what it's worth, my bloomin pleasure.... N
I was thinking about the βjustβ
No just about it.. if any one argues, except for you of course, there would be no justice whatsoever... take my word.... I know I'm write... N
I meant I was thinking about the just as in βonly justβ?
That is precisely how I read ya... no only just about it... phew
Thanks Terthas, Neville has nearly read my entire catalogue, Iβm wondering now if P.O.E.T stands for something else lol.
Although to be fair I never really process to be a poet, I just wondered why now?
beautifully written, nice use of language and rhymes π
Thank you serenwise π
This is very good and so much better when read out aloud. Beautiful.
Thank you for reading it out aloud π
Depth, there is in those words
Thanks Suresh π
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