Come with me, and we shall go
to a place that we both know,
where shooting stars break up the night
and we keep warm by firelight
our love-struck faces all aglow
We'll cross the bridge that's down the road
and stop at the water down below
to taste the evening's furtive delight
come with me...
The night is quiet and soft, although
your lips press hard against my own
I pull you close to me, despite
the danger that this moment invites
and the grass is cold beneath our toes
come with me...
A contest entry
- Your Favorite Work by Violent Glass.
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Comments
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the imagery is fantastic it's
awesome, I can imagine it as you've written it. very well done!
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thanks so much!
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Very good, can't think of much to change. Has good flow and is a heartfelt romantic write.
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thanks!
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