In the light of evening shade
A ray of silver gently lays
Upon a bead of moisture frought
With passion pangs
Secure and caught
From the shadows a mistress maid
Comes to lick each silvered bead
Takes his lips in raw delight
To draw his moans into the night.
So beautifully gossamer and subtle with that moonlit shimmer. The mention of the maid makes me think of Carol Ann Duffy's "Warming Her Pearls" - at least, the heterosexual version of it! Wonderful writing as always. Whether you write short or long, it's well-controlled and mastered. TY Kate xx
Stirring passion in beautiful lines, Susan, well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on December 18, 2007
Jesus! Woke this old guy iup this a.m., I can tell you that . . . You have no equals on this site when it comes to penning poetry about passion . . . none . . . nada . . . el zippo . . .
David Hightower’s lyrically expansive meditation on the whims of fate and the unpredictability of the human condition fill the pages of THE HANGING MAN DREAMS with thrilling music and mesmerizing imagery. Hightower’s richly infused voice echoes the e
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excellent...
John
Love Tinka
but oustandingly delicious
Loved it
Peace & Love Be with you
William
Love,
ET
truly nice work...
enjoyed, Art Sun...
Stirring my heart
With passionate words
So far apart
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Love, Pierre
God bless you. Kathy
Axilea