Monday, February 28, 2011
My Wanton Dreams
Juiced, propped and braced
A fistful of those desires
I managed to waste
Eyes lulled them on
Music they played then
Kept me awake
Those waking eyes
Saw a hush …
In you, a quiet seethe?
Confiding in me
Fancied you then
And now…
Writhed dreams
In you bare
Their conceit
You ring them
To life, you
Spring them to breathe
You, their squire
You, their deceit
All of you, my wanton dreams!
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after reading this i wonder how hurt they must have felt when i gave up on them....after having nurtured me all these years when it was time for me to stand up for them i turned my back...
ReplyDeletethank you shveta for reminding me that i owe them more...
This is a happy poem. Juicy would be the word to decribe it, I guess. Juiced sets the tone from the beginning. Then it lights up and the flame is washed in the juice again.
ReplyDeleteIt's very nice
ReplyDeleteEasha thanks ;)
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