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Post by Queen of Rain on Mar 13, 2005 2:19:37 GMT -8
For Thirteen Days I Could Be Your Bride
I dream I’m your Desire, apple-eater, bloodred lips Touch you with my fingertips, for thirteen days I’ll be your bride
Paradise in sunset, and nakedness could be our home as long as passionsfruits are ripe My body could be your shelter
Sun sets as autumn approaches The fourteenth night and life will go on, enjoy september and remember me Kisses sparkle – and fly away
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Post by Ramona on Mar 13, 2005 11:14:05 GMT -8
I liked this a lot, the imagery was fantastic.
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Post by frontpagenews on Mar 13, 2005 11:20:14 GMT -8
I quite agree. Wonderful imagery rather vivid. I absolutely loved the last stanza. I wonder maybe you could do something with the line "and nakedness could be our home" it doesnt seem to fit with the vibe of the poem.
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Post by behindTHEmask on Mar 13, 2005 12:12:44 GMT -8
I enjoyed this one very much. "Paradise in sunset, and nakedness could be our home as long as passionsfruits are ripe My body could be your shelter." That stanza is my favorite. The words just are beautiful. Wonderful work.
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Post by Pseudomuse on Mar 14, 2005 19:41:19 GMT -8
gorgeous poem. I really like it...a lot. my favorite part was the first stanza, your word choice was so just perfect.
"I dream I’m your Desire, apple-eater, bloodred lips Touch you with my fingertips, for thirteen days I’ll be your bride"
keep it up.
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