If the earth would cease to turn
As well the moon stood still
Finally the sun would sit
Upon my window sill
And with my hand i reach it out
To touch the shining rays
Full knowing that to touch the sun
Might set my soul ablaze
I pull my bones back hastily
To find that they now are gone
But to find myself the sun's caress
Gives me the light of dawn
Author notes
im writing a birthday poem, i thought this was nice and thoughtful for her. opinions please would be great.
Please tell me what you think
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This makes me want to rip your clothes off of you and ravage your body. I loved the imagery. The thought of the "sun on the window sill" just kinda sparked a place in my mind for the rest of the poem. Really good
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