midnight rose
these open pores
perspiring taints of fauvist colour
as hair and sweat insinuate
an imbroglio of body and soul
the scent of skin on skin
would quicken where we’d lay
bringing liberty on a breeze
so much said tacitly
that divides marrow from bone
yet each night whispers
incandescent imaginings
which by the morrow evanesce
to hear dawn’s early cry again
her hush fall softly on willing ears
though I lie here still
thought imprisoned by my midnight rose
Author notes
Written September 3rd, 2006
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Just beautiful a poem of sensouse sadness
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What a wonderful poem. SHe must being someone great. Great job. Keep it up.
love always and forever, midnite rae
aka:marissa rae..[the morbid mistress] -
This is wonderful you can get the whole picture from such a shrot poem wonderfully doen Good Job
BrokenAngel -
Excellent!
She must be something! I loved this! Very sunsuous and sensual! Great imagery! Wonderful flow! Bravo !
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