Lament sweet utterances,
lips unveiled to wed
chambers of this loney heart
whisper nightingales rapture
dipped in morning dew
that I may caress dawnings
love in fertile pastures
taunt passions nest
cradled beneath souls depth
fleeting like winds of ecstasy
precious tongue vow devotions kiss
upon tender folds of delight
create luminous rays moonbeam bright
to saturate my darkest night
set this fleshly soul ablaze
with flames of yearning
speak from the grave
A contest entry
- Graceful Tongues by rendezvous.
1500 points, ended July 19, 2008, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Several of your lines are rather striking: "lips unveiled to wed," "that I may caress dawnings..."
However enjoyable, though, this piece doesn't quiet reach the level of charmed creativity we are looking for.
Thank you so much for the entry,
zen
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Not bad
Good write. Though it sounds oddly familiar.
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