I stood among the trees;
Of cement and bricks
As the last of winter warmth;
Flaunting its fading vermilion
On my lips of lust.
Mine, no more.
.
Farewell, lady
The prince of dusk; riding his horses of time
Rode out to my ire;
Only his lady you shall be-
Pull up the gown
Sprint to pillows of his chest;
Mere spectator, me-
smiling at the journey;
In the truest of ways.
.
Daylight shall paint you blue;
Among sunflowers of the horizon
Someday-
You shall be mine again;
Clouds white, smothered-
Over my scaffolding; soil cold
The fire in you;
my nectar of rejuvination.
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Mirror Of Me | Poetry ✔
Poetry[a poetry collection] a dance to the fleeting emotions, notes to the music of life, a story of everything felt and told yet still, so many stories; so very untold. Of nights spent in solace of people so much more. Rankings: 🥇#poetry...
