Taken

sylviasearcher

 

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 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
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Comments5

  • Andrew Charles Forrest

    Beautiful...

    • sylviasearcher

      Thanks Andrew Charles Forrest 😌

    • Neville

      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

      • sylviasearcher

        I just proved myself worthy lol

        Thanks Neville, I think 🙃

        • Neville

          yes, you did.. now stop thinking and start accepting... oh' and for what it's worth, my bloomin pleasure.... N

          • 5 more comments

        • SerenWise

          beautifully written, nice use of language and rhymes 🙂

          • sylviasearcher

            Thank you serenwise 🌟

          • Goldfinch60

            This is very good and so much better when read out aloud. Beautiful.

            • sylviasearcher

              Thank you for reading it out aloud 😌

            • Suresh

              Depth, there is in those words



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