finally softened
lost in dreams
bathed in moonlight
locked in secrets
and I wonder
just
just
who I am
to you?
In the night
your heart beats
in passionate
desiring
eager hunger
laced with tender touch
for me
the one you crave
as your
loyal lover.
loyal lover.
In the day
your brow furrows
in tempter
nearly bitter
calmly cold
with occassional
soft looks of mercy
soft looks of mercy
on me
the one you pity
as your
small child.
small child.
Maxim, my heart
soft
lonely
pale
lacking love's light
its yours
and it beats
with simple desire
for you
for your passion true.
for your passion true.
I know
I am
Mrs. DeWinter
yours in law
even if
not yet
in love
as I so crave
your heart
would see me
now.
your heart
would see me
now.
But
no.
My question
ever longing
is
fully yet
desperately
simple:
when
will
Rebecca
truly
get out
of our bed?
of our bed?
Poetry Prompt: This week, for the Random Act of Poetry over at the High Calling Blogs, the subject is "Love in Character," a love poem written in character -- either real or fictional. Post your poem by Thursday, November 5 and then drop the link in LL’s comment box so she doesn’t miss it.
Looking up as always...
Looking up as always...
4 comments:
So talented! Your sickness must have brought out extra creative juices. :O)
This in itself was a poem...
Maxim, my heart
soft
lonely
pale
And the end made me smile.
Ohmigosh, you are something else, Bina! I love how your words take the reader on a magic carpet ride. Poetry is a beautiful thing. Headed over to that poetry blog now...
Great ending!
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