Her eyes serenade
as she inch forward
Heart beats ebb
to eternal still
mere presence
to tarnished self
a glistening floss
she leans
across my temples
to whisper
those words
that makes men frail
in her utterance
i dissolute
from flesh to ashes
where i stood
she still stands
murmuring
"Amore..amore..per sempre.."
2 comments:
That's a good poem. I disagree with word choices in some places but you write lovely! :)
"she leans
across my temples
to whisper
those words
that makes men frail"
The imagery is delicate, as is the feel of the entire poem. :)
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