The purist flesh of avarice, it waits for tongue and cheek,
One sip, from all unanimous, notes of songs only for the weak.
Play a note and softly sing, your whisper in mine ear,
The beauty of your voice and throat, brings me ever near.
Songs of love, songs of joy, songs together be,
For lonliness is the path destroyed, me with always thee.
Take my hand, hold my flesh, until the warmth resigns,
My mind and body to the test, thats often written so divine.
Master the movement of natures heart, that beats upon the earth.
Where inducement of the rapture felt, upon a childs feet at birth.
To walk on through a hundred doors, through there heavey path,
The last man standing there implores, the very spell thats cast.
Listen close the tidings of the stars, they glow an auriate kind of light,
That blooms within the eyes of mars, giving man a sightless sight.
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Most beautiful this poem speaks to a deeper level and thrills the heart
Thanks for reading. Btw i was wondering what country u live in? Are u american?
I am American but am presently in Brazil. You are most welcome
Powerful work.
Thank you for reading and commenting
Happy Thanksgiving,,,,,,,,The poem explores themes of love, connection, and the human experience, juxtaposing feelings of joy and loneliness. It reflects on the profound bond between individuals, the beauty of shared moments, and the intrinsic connection to nature and the cosmos.
Another great interpretation. Thank you for reading. Happy Thanksgiving to u also. 😀
You're very welcome, my friend
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