PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

searching for a new love, maybe a wish will follow

a brighter day is welcomed with a new tomorrow

my love grows for a single tainted rose

a cracked heart, closed eyes

and shelter thorough a tornado blow

I'm demolished...

tortured...

by December rain promised with January pain



It's May again

and the door sways open...

after one knock

how does one elevate and put this on lock?

with just enthusiasm and lustful creations

love the sounds of lovemaking

till the 12th hour empowers

then leave it to the plan of a higher power

destined for the gold that you hold

that no other key can fit

so keep it tight

no fear, just relax my friend, my lover

it's a helluva mix, no time for tricks

and it will all be measured when we rise together

when the horizons settle

over this long drought...



©1998

by A. Bonaparte