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"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”?
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 love, but not as we know it."
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