Whispered endearments.
Always wanting more
of the frost bitten tundras
of forbidden
love and lust imploding
upon the white veil
of
innocence.
Scattered droplets of
sweet scented kisses
warm the air but little
as judgement covers rosy touches
with a blanket of shame.
Utter desolation uttered in the echo
of love's forgotten blossoms.
A contest entry
- QUICKIE: seasons [3/4] by sidereal.
550 points, ended November 17, 2008, 17 entries
Silver trophy winner
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Comments
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this is a great poem! i loved your line breaks and imagery. it was truly beautifully written and your take on the prompt was amazing as well.
thanks for entering and goodluck
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Your parallel of Winter/lost love is very good, excellent musing here
blessings, Sandi
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