How do we love one another? How do I learn your character, The good and the bad, As you learn mine, Like the way I always recheck anything,
By Test2 years ago in Poets
I don’t know Hobbes, Locke or Rousseau no more Or how empty a blank space would be With permanent blemishes in Your availability,
In my bedroom refuge, Away from a world of converse, I sit so still, The harp music Reflecting my tranquil silence. It’s in crystals I hold,
Me: First there were three. But crackers don’t go with the kind of tea we drank early 2017. There went the third interference
The most carnivorous wolf calls unto the soft moon. It’s late into the breadths of night and I know of wolves that walk to the edges of the cliff.
These snowflakes are on a retreat, Prancing along the nonstop breeze, Down the street of Lester they blow, She thinks in the winter cold
Nighttime is good to me. Be it the moon in each phase, Or the way Luna lights up my face. The evening stars outnumber my needs
Can I strike for you a figurine pose, Wearing what they call revealing clothes, Wondering if we could override The creature I’m told lives inside
In the cavity of a dim black house, Lest your heart and mind shall crave to tear, It could house you but won’t keep you, What a mess, to say the least,
I knew a man who stopped eating, or nearly. He puts on a courageous face, hiding behind gestures and grace, a true romantic at heart.
There’s a melody in her spirit, fragrance of potpourri, citrus and floral scents dance where she takes a seat. They call her shy and docile,
Past bliss, two lovers live in the memories I hold to my heart like home. Oh lovers still laugh like the sweet golden brass