Sunday 5 February 2012

Write a pretty proper poem

















Breathless eyes
She beckons me

Her innocence
envelops me

My strangled soul
My black hearts plea

To part her lips
by Olive trees.


Breathless words
She burns for me

The sunlight splits
as shadows meet

With guiding hands
Our passions weave

In rhyme and time
We buck and breathe.

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