"we are all eager for lovers"

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"we are all eager for lovers"

 

love, made metaphor by splendor

 

yes,

 

we all are

 

we are all in the poem's title

 

that special once in a life time

 

a love too great for a dream

 

 

 

surrounded in August moonlight

 

daring, and fit

 

a lover that makes the poems

 

with a love that creates poetry in the words

 

 

 

we all want a seducer

 

 

 

 

 

I crave her

 

to taste her on my fingertips

 

to have her mist gloss my lips

 

her flag of crimson velvet

 

 so skilled

 

 

 

bright, frayed but vivid

 

 

 

shadowy red, though

 

beautiful

 

 

 

the edge of pleasure

 

 

 

 

 

though, her façade is unfamiliar

 

there are no limits to her image

 

how impossible are the words

 

her persona entirely like poetry

 

 

 

still the poet is sleeping through illumination

 

 

 

 

 

peeking from this deep

 

the poet seeks his art in rhyme

but his parsing is so meager

 the words change in punctuation

 

he recalls the poem

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

to devastation and suffering

 

where sounds are mute and bent 

until the poet's expression is just mumbling

words that are dreams without creation

 

words that provoke the poet and he says,

 

"Why am I crying without love?"

 

“Who will translate the magic of love”?

 

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you never let me down 9intey

you never let me down 9intey you are some talent extraordinary!!! I know I dont always comment but like many of my faves, what do you say to such envious works? SS WAS HERE? wish there was a love button. and a like so we would let people know how awsome their work was till we find the words to divulge it! hugss and happy Easter!


Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS    

"Well, it's life SIMS, but not as we know it" - ¡$&am

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thank you

dearest smoothie,

just knowing that you admire my meager attepmts at art is a treasure worth all the riches of the world.

you are a dear

Peace

Dylan


"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"

Dylan Eliot