She beckons me
in midnights' aura
a tantalizing mistress.
Welcomed,
rhythmic gestures
coercing my mind,
to bare
my precious soul,
for my midnight waif.
Perhaps...
My heart tells me to.
A contest entry
- perhaps by going nowhere.
1400 points, ended November 18, 2008, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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loved that last line... perhaps, my heart begs to me. leaves me with a feeling to sigh... thank you
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great take on the prompt... very soft write
good luck in the contest
Juls
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I enjoy the word beckons. Love anything about midnight, and rhythmic is such an imagery-provoking word. Best to you in the contest.
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Beautiful imagery and thoughts...soft and well written for the prompt...very best to you.
mystic
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