I would drink
a glass of her
so long
into the night.
Listen to her
blackbird song
over and above
my fire.
Feel flames
of desire in heat
of movement's
dance before
my eyes.
Embers arise to
volcanos of fire.
Oh dance gypsy woman dance.
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dusk arising (
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Comments5
boorish, and proudly-so
a realistic depiction of how drunk we posture
when gripped by that requited heat
of magnetic attraction
for we know: in that moment
all is love, so what could possibly - go wrong...
a great read Dusk!
My muse had her dancing before the flames of a campfire and the flames also of raised desire.
Should I meet her? Would it be too much for me?! I might burn up in the flames, and be all of a heap (of ash).
I keep saying I will meet Neville's women from his poems - do I ever meet the,? lol.
Meet her Orchi..... if you are ready to be eaten alive i shall introduce you..... i need a rest from her.
I just knew I woz gonna like this page and all that resides here the very moment I first cast my eyes on your title ................
on this occasion, my eye surgeon would be proud of me ................... N
Close those worldly eyes of yours Neville for this one will make demands upon other organs which may lead to further surgical intervention.
She will keep dancing for your forever d a.
Andy
She's knackered me out..... take her off my hands..... i bet she'd be enthralled by croquet and the way you swing your mallet with prowess. I bet she'd love the way you can bash your balls through a hoop on a lovingly prepared surface.
if only in my mind,lovely images of love
Keep the flames of desire burning.
always
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