Bathe me in frigid light
from your cratered surface
purest sheen
silk running down
my ragged cheeks
just as your surface
so coarse and barren
longing – aching
for one;
to fill those imperfections
perhaps his
eyes linger
dragged across
the dead sky
come to rest upon her
fragile surface,
her self-conscious body
perhaps he
bathed in this
shallow light
freezing glow
exposing profound
depth in these ponds
below his eyes;
matching those upon
your paled cheeks
marking the nights
wherest rest is impossible
unified souls
only under
her ethereal arctic
grasp
bound together
by frail fingers
of longing for the unknown
Author notes
More prose... I don't really like this one all that much...
I just felt like I had to write... so I found something to write about..
~~ Enjoy!
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Aw you say you donot like this write, I know we are our most critical judges, but this is a wonderful write the flow is great the words I love it and thank you enjoyed it much!
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I don't know what's not to like. I enjoyed reading it. Some very good word choices there. Applaud is due!
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i like it.i could see everything happening as i read but for some reason i imagined characters from a nightmare before christmas i dnt know why.but i really like this.especially the last three stanzas.its deep.glad i came across it
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i like the images that this piece shows.
random words maybe but wonderful ones, indeed.
anyway, i think this poem's lovely ^^
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This is a wonderful poem beginning to end you have such a way with words. Good write
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Why would you not like this? I think it's great! Love this part especially: "come to rest upon her
fragile surface,
her self-conscious body"
Wonderful images throughout.
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