Were I a wind you might lift upon
I would fly from northwest territories,
skirting mountains with intimate kisses
while ravaging the surface skins of
small lakes nestled against snow-caps.
Were I a ribbon, eyelet laced to velvet...
My softness would encircle face as glove
and hand might fit; as planets in orbit
never questing outside their strict paths.
But alas, I'm only human
made of fingers and breath, bereft of wings~
Yet able to flutter 'neath your moonrise;
practised in the compromises of
mortal passion pursuing deity.
Would you let your hair down in mercy?
In the name of nor'west wind and silk bindings~
Would you extend your lips to earthen need?
Or shall I bleed another poem, cut roses...
Reverent echoes of Shakespearian love?
Author notes
PROMPT: - "caress honey hair to silver satin"
Image Credit: "Ease" By Karin Weidl
A contest entry
- Honey Hair by Pamela A Lamppa.
3500 points, ended July 7, 10 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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...practised in the compromises of
mortal passion pursuing deity...
How well I understand these lines. How I have lived them, and live them still - so many times over.
This is truly a passionate write, filled with hard and soft, tender and tough, gentle and rough - those things that spell mortal life in its plea for understandng.
I love where you took this prompt. Thank you for your magnificent entry - your voice is as pure as always and ever will I hear its sound my friend.
Thank you for this. ~Pamela
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Oh My Word~
Is there any topic You cannot pen~ this is a Dreamy piece and You took the prompt- drove it with threads of Love from within You- ~ Just Adore the way You weaved this one~ Bravo once again~
Your Beauty cannot be missed
Thank You for sharing Your Talent
Best wishes in the contest
with love & light~ Desire~*~
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