How can I please you muse, with a tear?
You know its been said
I can hear a thousand angels cry
As I blink looking into the evening sun
Say the words I never say
Kiss me like its the end of days
Bleed me several tears of silver dew
Slowly
Let it warm my face
Caress my cheek on its forever travel
Drip in sincere crystalline focus
While a blemish last an hour
And a cry last a million years
Turn and allow the chatter bring
Sweet smiles to the face of the crowds
Drink
Drink it in
As the brand new day begins
9 comments:
trademark sensuality with vivid details and fine images.beautifully done.
love the new (to me) look of the blog.kudos and keep it up.
Such a lovely mix of phrases
"while a blemish can last an hour and a cry a million years"
did it for me.
beautiful and sensual!
I'd say you pleased the muse with this poem. Beautiful lines... caress my cheek on its forever travel... the limitless tear...
Lovely..I specially like kissme like its the end of days ~ A new day begins, perfect ending ~
This is very lovely...I specially like kiss me like its the end of days...and the new day begins is a perfect ending ~
While a blemish last an hour
And a cry last a million years...beautiful. Such gentle sensuality in this.
Lovely melancholy...
wow this is rather beautiful man...great capture of the moment there...the desire as well at the end of days....even with the tears....i like it much...
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