(NB: And I approached the muses, waiting for a poem. And they insisted I do this one. I resisted and resisted, but they persisted. So I gave in. I think, in my struggle not to do it, I harmed it. I dare say it will not speak to me any more...)
They are not your lovers
who do not know your name
they would ransack the thousand
countless tendernesses
of the wondrous night
just to have you tamed
They are not your lovers
who have not seen your eyes
for they would destroy
a thousand benign gods just
to blaspheme your thighs
They are not your lovers
who do not know your skin
and they would harvest your
selfless heart before you let them in
They are not your lovers
who have not earned your trust
they would inveigle you with
their spiteful tongues and
compromise you with their lust
They who are not your lovers
they are fugitives from
an old war and they are
fluent in a language that
we dare not speak any more
Love it.
ReplyDeleteThat is all. :)
Wish there was a "like" button here. It's sad, yes? How Facebook has sort of dumbed everything down to a "like" "like" scenerio.
ReplyDeleteAnyway... I like it.
Heidi
www.HeidiTown.com
(Smiling). Your words are more than enough. (Hugs)Indigo
ReplyDeleteI like
ReplyDeleteI like that your words have spoken to me
I like that i've listened
You are worth more than chocolate buttons
FH