I'm chasing a batty liberated libra,
female frolicking in a foamy dream .
She draws desire into indecision
and let time suspend it's flight
for no reason other that her whim ...
She's afraid of the ruby's charisma
but likes amethyst abyss...
Tell me to which secret your heart leans ?
To her or to me ?
I think you only love the feeling without return
and bouquets of dried-up expectations
don't make you cry ...
You slide into my arms ,leading me
in unfaithful journeys to islands
whose name you've already forgotten ...
I seem to remember it was yesterday
or somewhere in winter ...
But how important are these sincerely
worded lies
That carries us away
in the wandering of the senses ...?
Just candies and toffies that melt in the mouth...
It's so delicious when you're never there
and so near to me !
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Comments5
Instant pleasure that doesn't last. A lovely write most poetically penned with tasty alliteration
Fine analysis as usual ! Thanks Soren !
A lyrical portrait of a woman born under the sign of Libra. In this poetic light her image is revealed even deeper, more subtle. I love it!
A sensual journey into the realm of true illusions !
Excellent write
Thank you Tony !
You're welcome
thoroughly enjoyed the read, great write
Many thanks dear friend poet !
you are most welcome
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