frightened as a fawn
I stayed
trapped in pedestrian hopes of Love
hands fastened around my neck, I felt it
a fullness, sly parting
just enough for a hymn to slip in
claim my starving heart
beating for her supper
his words in my ear, zephyr-faith
and he isn't even there yet
such things I have heard of
O. petit mort
S.
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You've seductively portrayed the wiles and ways of faith and trust.
ReplyDeleteA lbeautiful expressionof love unexpected
ReplyDeletehey Bruce, a huge TY.
ReplyDeleteTY, Susie, you are sweet.
ReplyDeleteMuch thanks for this eros/spiritual twirl, sexy.
ReplyDeleteI like your writing style. The ending of this poem caught me off guard. Nice surprise! :)
ReplyDeleteYes, very suggestive, a delicious poem. Greetings.
ReplyDeleteThis idea of zephyr-faith intrigues me.
ReplyDeletehey sweetie pie, TY paige. I knew you would
ReplyDeleteglean the spiritual.
hey Leovi, TY, hope to see you again.
ReplyDeletehey there Ben. the spring breeze of faith
ReplyDeletethat speaks to our spirits, with your heart
you certainly have experienced this.
Vibrant and full of love! I loved your poem.
ReplyDeleteTY, Mariya, and I loved your response.
ReplyDeletewonderfully written!
ReplyDeleteHello.
ReplyDelete"Zephyr faith" is such beautiful imagery. Lovely poem. Thanks for sharing & visiting.
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Ty, Ashok
ReplyDeleteTY Andy, please return. I like your blog.
ReplyDeletean intriguing poem full of exquisite imagery. lovely!
ReplyDelete"to let a hymn slip in."
ReplyDeleteWithout fail, there's ALWAYS a line that makes me go "Yep. I'm in it now."
Hey West, good to see you. TY.
ReplyDeleteHey there, Cammila, Ty. I know you are
ReplyDeletefloating on a cloud.