The air I breathe is so brief…
Even this air is just figment
like the lasting dream fragment,
inhaling away the real grief…
My lips remain scorched
by the sultry lips that persists
and the vanished memory resists
to picture my lips by yours sealed…
If I imagine or remember, I fear:
Time was consumed by an eerie fire;
the same blazing Virgil’s Roman Empire;
I can not discern if past or future is more near…
Those words flew swiftly like feathers
mingling with blue redolent petals;
whirlwinds of rhymed proposals
offering to her lips two tender shelters.
It may be witchcraft, I suppose…
Eternity captured in a moment of bliss,
the attribute of divinity, seized by just a kiss;
veiled by closed eyes without repose…
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Written December 1st, 2005
In a list
A contest entry
- What Is True Love by luckynsincere.
500 points, ended December 11, 2005, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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incredible write no flaws that i can see an irresistable mellow flow of words very well wrote with a sweet surrender of a passionate write, it oozed charm here and in the melting tones and words i to did melt finding myself lean closer to the screen with lips parted very tempting write well done lol abigailxx
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Whoa! Your wording worked so well here... you penned with the passion dripping from you fingers... I loveed the way this fel together. Thanks so much for entering
Melanie
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wow... this was very well worded and flows beautifully
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Lovely
Wow! I love the poem! Very great job in description and nice job rhyming. Course I might just be saying that because I can't rhyme. lol! Very lovely poem! Good luck in the contest!
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