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The Answer ~
What am I to your heart-
a golden summer afternoon
with sweet breasts?
Like the red fruit that dangles
from the tree under the full moon
Am I the knot in your ring of love-
or maybe the words caught
in your throat?
Like the silence of falling ashes
from the fire that burns between us
a golden summer afternoon
with sweet breasts?
Like the red fruit that dangles
from the tree under the full moon
Am I the knot in your ring of love-
or maybe the words caught
in your throat?
Like the silence of falling ashes
from the fire that burns between us
Published 24th Mar 2016
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25th Mar 2016 6:52pm
24th Mar 2016 6:39pm
You certainly make it hot in a room. Ashes may be all that's left if you keep heating me up this way
25th Mar 2016 6:53pm
24th Mar 2016 7:24pm
I love your inquisitiveness, whether being an object or part of his world. The ending is sad, if that is the answer.
25th Mar 2016 6:54pm
24th Mar 2016 7:45pm
Your questions are going to haunt me Tommie. This is brief but there's an abundance here to think about.
"Like the silence of falling ashes
from the fire that burns between us"
I LOVE these lines! Both passionate and enigmatic with the ashes. Excellent job!
"Like the silence of falling ashes
from the fire that burns between us"
I LOVE these lines! Both passionate and enigmatic with the ashes. Excellent job!
25th Mar 2016 6:55pm
25th Mar 2016 5:15am
25th Mar 2016 6:55pm
26th Mar 2016 2:01pm
This was beautiful.
I hope for him...
That you are his everything.
Sexy poetry...
Ms Tommie.
Keith
I hope for him...
That you are his everything.
Sexy poetry...
Ms Tommie.
Keith
26th Mar 2016 6:54pm
