self

Where Love and Lust Meet

 

Where Love and Lust Meet

This heart is frayed at the seams

Ripped and stitched many times over

It’s a wonder it believes in dreams

Has faith and hope

It’s a wonder

 

These lips, soft and wanting

Parting for a lover’s kiss

Find the tribulations of love daunting

Yet open up to receive

The soft embrace

Throwing

Caution to the wind

With reckless abandon-

 

Folly pursued with no regard

To the pain creeping up within

A frayed heart and wanting lips

Dishevelled hair

Sex scented sheets

Repose and cigarettes smoked

Causes the mind to think

 

Of innocent eyes

That yet believe

With their frayed heart

Its centre pink

Is Folly the new bedfellow found?

Where love and lust meet

 

Sandra.M.Cooper

copyright 2003.


 

 

 

 

This heart is frayed at the seams

Ripped and stitched many times over

It’s a wonder it believes in dreams

Has faith and hope

It’s a wonder

 

These lips, soft and wanting

Parting for a lover’s kiss

Find the tribulations of love daunting

Yet open up to receive

The soft embrace

Throwing

Caution to the wind

With reckless abandon-

 

Folly pursued with no regard

To the pain creeping up within

A frayed heart and wanting lips

Dishevelled hair

Sex scented sheets

Repose and cigarettes smoked

Causes the mind to think

 

Of innocent eyes

That yet believe

With their frayed heart

Its centre pink

Is Folly the new bedfellow found?

Where love and lust meet

 

Sandra.M.Cooper

copyright 2003.


 

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SPEAKING OF SELF

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A YOUNG POET

Sometimes self gets in
the way,
It must always be their
day..

Thinking of self, never
of you,
It's always their way,
yours won't do.
Disagreeing, with
self,
Is a fright,
Getting their way, is a
delight.
When talking with self,
One must agree,
To express, your opinion
no harmony.
Self is right, never wrong,
You sit down, where you
belong.
One will not live this way,
Self will be exposed some
day.

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