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One More Night-
last drops sitting, dizzy
drunken upon parched lips
too far off in the distance
I'd lick them, if there
a luscious libation of dreams
soliloquies of intent, aligning
if for just one night
an astral ray on a darkened pond
swaying in the wind
chest ripped open
bearing old wounds
and the scars that beat them back
I'd put you on your back
as you face my consequence
wandering about your world
sipping juices out of your cups
plucked plump
straight off the vine
an empty bottle of wine
but I've got more
than what you need
in moments like these
we come together
and bleed
Published 17th Apr 2020
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17th Apr 2020 2:22am
I'm not sure what to say Tim...this is just one magnificent poem...in all honesty my friend, one of the best pieces of poignant ink that I have read all year. Bravo!!!
Peace...Harry
Peace...Harry
17th Apr 2020 2:24am
Anonymous
17th Apr 2020 1:57pm
The entirety of this is incredible. I got to this section...
"chest ripped open
bearing old wounds
and the scars that beat them back"
...and I felt that. Damn
"chest ripped open
bearing old wounds
and the scars that beat them back"
...and I felt that. Damn
18th Apr 2020 5:00am
Tim, your offerings this year have been off the chart in quality and depth. Your use of imagery, metaphor, and form itself is exceptional poetry.
