Head Rest
Where would thee
have me rest my
head my love
I pray and beg thee
tell me do
upon a nail or hook
Above thy bed
or somewhere else
entirely
Where then would
you have me plant
these seeds
In wilderness
or garden green
pray show me
show me show me
By some waterfall
perchance or scented
meadowed stream
Or indeed maybe
somewhere in between
pray tell me tell me tell me
Where then would you
have my tongue
tell me taste me show me
Then when you have had
your fill and fun by all means
you may of course discard me
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Author:
Neville (
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Comments7
I'm gonna plant some flower seeds - or I might swoon! Or Fido won't let me have 'excitement'. lol.
take it easy, pop a handful of those purple pills and let go...
You be a man chocolate bar then, unwrapped enjoyed and then discarded!
Sounds a good way to go to me!
Nice one
there are certainly worse ways... cheers sir... Neville
A well and truly smitten confession of undying love resting its case... a most tender read my friend.
thank you dear Fay..... Neville
My pleasure to read your deep writes as always ........x
It does happen until the right one comes along.
maybe just as well then.... cheers GF60... N
Oh dear, that last verse doth tell of lifes experiences.
However planting of seeds - wilderness or scented garden - tells of a life of a sower.
(Odd that to sow seeds should be spelled sew, therefore i should have referred to the 'life of a sewer' which seemed a tad unkind).
Thank you ....
thank you DA for stopping to consider these words.. tis appreciated... N
This was an exhilarating write! A somewhat erotic read. Enjoyed!
I am delighted to hear your opinion on these words Christina.. thank you my friend.. Neville
of youth's vehemence in all thing's impassioned into brilliance: these song celebrates, and how!
'fool's rush-in' goes the well trodden wisdom, but nay: dear Poet, I'm with you - may we all go out as the brilliant flames of volatile vitality, we were born to be...
Brilliant my friend! another nugget uncovered to quench my poetic need's, (well, for a little while at least) lol
You are far too generous LB but I thank you and unreservedly sir ... All Good Things, Neville
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