Beyond the insatiable hunger lies
the fragmented voice, dreams beckon two fold
upon a mind starving by a lonely thought. Journeys
subside, given to the impartial way that
nothingness holds fast to your breath.
Believe with me, for tho the elusive lingers by
shadow, we need but the spark to once more
ignite the flame of the foretold heart, allowing once more
the candle's light, for not but beauty gathers,
when eyes turn from the choking night.
Stand before me, naked of flesh that I might
gaze the depths of a soul laid bare, leave your fear
to become the winds that offer no shame, to become
the glorious silver fall of a moon soaked dream
let us bathe by the cover of a thousand dreary eyes..
Love, but a trinket to be cast, in comparison to this
divine image before me now, we need not the heaven
nor the earth that binds our spirits so..
we need now but the moment, before two hands join
and becomes the softly knit cloud, that drifts without voice,
without sound, entwined forever, as one.
A contest entry
- & this is love? by Kiss the girl--x.
525 points, ended October 19, 2008, 26 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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this is brilliant, I love the depth you go into, and the amazing images you create.
thanks for entering
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Love is hard enough to get a grasp on for me
let alone this thing that you describe.
Ha, that'd part a leg or two i'd suspect. lol
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I read this twice, it gets better each time. I'm happy to read this poem.
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