She's here, pouring softly towards my lips
Curves and glossiness mesmerize
The strength of taste and shine
She settles before me, at first an eclipse
Then luminous flowing sways and dips
I desire a sense, not of the eyes
The taste of joy a thousand times
Dullness sets in as the venom drips
And soaks through my senses,
Slowly invoking a passionate surge
Of emotion, unhindered by those
Inhibitions; once providing fences
That did all they can to suppress and purge
The unfiltered love that now thrives and grows
1 comment:
Your poems have a real natural cadence about them that make them strong. Which form is this. I will look again. Does this fit into the sonnet pattern? I've got the rhyme and the line number but not the five feet.....I also like it anyway. - elmeer
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