I strike a matchstick
Your face lights up
The sun sets in your eyes.
You smell of me
And I of you
Dusk bids us both goodbye.
In sweet embrace
As ties untie
You kill once more in greed
I beg for you
And you for me
In silence passion bleed.
I burn my hand.
The room falls dark
You feel for me in haste.
A stolen kiss
A soft reproach.
I bask in my conquest.
You despise dark
And so do I.
We let a suspense loom
As love meets lust
With fumbling hands
A matchstick burns my room.
14 comments:
Just one word, "BEAUTIFUL"
Beautiful scribbles!
oh how so much i wish it was only love.
That doesn't happen in reality, does it?
"I bask in my conquest."
Well YOU sure do.
Never seen such a small yet passionate poem... Lovely.
"You kill once more in greed
I beg for you
And you for me
In silence passion bleed."
and in the same
we pay our heeds
to a closer we..
to an almighty?
very restricted sounding words often sound powerful..verryy nice.
"...the minor fall the major live
the baffled king composing..."
loved the intoxication in the verse
was it reminiscence of some kind?
# Dream Baron - No, Sir. No reminiscence of any sort. Just a fleeting thought penned down on paper, ...later typed on screen. :)
# AAlta- good to have you back after a long time.
#Purple,dreamy, clouds, raaji,AK: Thanks a lot!
If heaven were a thousand feet below
It’s somewhere here tonight
And drifters soar to touch the sky
Against a dark fear of heights
Nothing exists tonight but love
As the room melts in the heat
Hush, the night is growing old
And makes two souls complete.
Wonderful blog...
i just wrote something *sunny*
thanks for the comment :)
@ dream baron
isn't it "the minor fall the major 'lift'?unless it was a typo?
One of my favourite songs though.
@whatsinaname
ahem..I am a dumb girl. I did not get it. I never get poetry. Never understood Coleridge. Or Shelley. It means you are as good as them. Or maybe that my dumbness remains intact.
i loved the ending...
great work :)
# Misa- u rhyme well !!! :)
#ad libber - You embarrassing me, dear. Yours truly isn't worth rotten peanuts as a poet/...and u taking BIG names. Really big!!!
And abt gettin poetry. Don't worry. Mine isn't worth gettin. :)
# little boxes - Thanks, Oh maiden Reader!
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