I am an empty vessel,
a chalice awaiting your pouring.
Fill me, and
lift me to touch your
divine lips of ecstasy.
Your nectar builds
its own fire of
passion in my soul.
Together, we are
the elixir of the gods.
Dear Sir: Thank you for reviewing my poetry. Your site is impressive, your list of accomplishments. Chalice is one of my favorite words. So is elixir. So is ambrosia. So is Solace. Would you mind a commentary on this poem? I have a suggestion. A cutting of two words that would make it stronger. otherwise, beautiful and longing. I hope that you, the vessel, are filled very soon. We have all felt this way, have we not? Universal in theme. Thank you for your feedback on my own stuff. Julianza
Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)
Reviewed on April 15, 2009
Oh my,this is very beatiful writing sweet man...have a wonderful and safe day...Hugsss
In the predawn hours during a solitary ride on her ranch, Montana Freeborn collides with Seth Phoenix, centaur-turned-man and the embodiment of her psychic visions.
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Tender and romantic, alluring in promises at every line. Well written.
Cynthia
Be always safe,
Karen