I've the moon before my face
Beneath its glare rests my fingertips
Its smile with each lifegiving breath
A beautiful purple and blue.
In my solitary rebellion
I've my iridescent shelter
Draped with age-old amaranth
I savor a pedal of love.
Oh, stroke my cheek
Sweet azure light
Oh, keep me warm
And safe from faith
Through you I've seen arid sand
Spill water and wine.
Weave for me an ecstacy
Salt for a woundless curse
Speak for me a molten truth
Forged from a dimming soul
And with your tones and rhythms
Mute out this howling hell.
Oh, stroke my cheek
Sweet azure flame
Oh, keep me warm
and safe from faith.
Through you, I've seen tides turn sand,
Oh, get me out of here.
Get me out of here, love.
Get me out of here.
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Wow... if you ever need to uncrappify a poem, throw in obscure flowers.
What image do you get from this?
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"I've the moon before my face
Beneath its glare rests my fingertips
Its smile with each lifegiving breath
A beautiful purple and blue."
Beautiful starting indeed. I like the entire piece.But the last few lines are most elegant part of this poem
"Oh, stroke my cheek
Sweet azure flame
Oh, keep me warm
and safe from faith.
Through you, I've seen tides turn sand,
Oh, get me out of here."
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