Friday, March 16, 2012

A morning kiss

The muse wakes me gently

 

As the morning scent

Drifts in

On a golden curtain

The long shadows

Caress

Silver droplets

I bend in

Kiss

A last breath

Of death

7 comments:

Scarlet said...

I like last lines...my muse is more demanding ~

Renee said...

Written with passion and longing. I like every verse as it leads to the next.

Anonymous said...

very good. I especially like the last verse, "I bend in kiss a last breath of death"

well done!

booguloo said...

You had my attention with the first two stanzas, then you had my full attention on the third. Smile

Chevrefeuille said...

I love this poem. It's tiny, but it says so much.

Anonymous said...

Amazing piece...so much more to the act of sensualness...you pen it well good sir xoxo

Anthony Hopper said...

Wonderful poem...Unfortunately, my muse (metaphorical or otherwise) never wakes me. Maybe someday...