As though the simplest touch was enough to
Set this blaze a fire, and then forging what passion
Could encompass up against something unknown and
Yet fierce all at once.
Whilst nerves go undaunted, and ever so
The beginnings of a kiss—silence has no
Home to the passion…bestow the murmuring
Onto what deems impersonal endeavors…
Sweet longing of just knowing tonight will
Be the times of ridding the innocence from
Sin –feel this breast quake on afterwards commencing
One brush of your stare; eyes has yet to say a word that the
Body wouldn't’t respond immediately
Immobilized the sounds of silent stillness
Waging war deep within the womb and therefore
Call it un-profound infatuation
Obsession is the perfume...
Fascination will be the heady musk...
…and craze has just been revitalized
for intermediate messenger of both
Swirling senses crave to satisfy the
Hunger as though the meanderings
Of thought crashed onto the ground
Below
Shadowy figurines play in
Idle light, and yet still however,
The dark come spewing into the
Hazy mixture
Author notes
i took an abstract way of thinking for this entry
Written November 24th, 2005
In a list
A contest entry
- Interpret the Scene, Melt the reader by passionsdaughter.
450 points, ended December 13, 2005, 5 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
Comments
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"Obsession is the perfume...
Fascination will be the heady musk...
…and craze has just been revitalized
for intermediate messenger of both
"
Just blow me away on the heated breezes of this piece.
Wind -
This is an awesome write, with a wealth of passion. Some strong great lines as well. Thank you for entering the contest!!
Nicole
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