un morphed

Your silver tongue was silent last night.
I was waiting to taste your heady words
That loiter on my pillow.
I was ready, Morpheus, to swallow your kisses and drink deep your wine, let it warm my throat and slowly
Drug my thoughts
I longed,
To soar upon the trails of stars
Or to sit upon an elephants tusk, or
Dance a sultry step or two with you


I waited Morpheus,
I reached out my hand to yours
I longed to caress the valleys of your face
To walk upon the damp ferns and grasses
That grow in your virile garden
I watched as you gathered others
As you bartered a deal in exchange for the freedom
To navigate your way, free of charge
Through their dreamscapes
Until they chased the dawn

But you are worse than a cross lover
Whose silence fills the room with a berm of bitter oil
Saturating the spaces
Until a tide mark remains

I will remember all your charms Morpheus
Tonight, as I wait for a chance to hold you close again
To dream beyond this kingdom
And sail to shores untold

Poetry by LFD3
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Written on 2016-03-14 at 21:50

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Nancy Sikora The PoetBay support member heart!
The gods are fickle.

Wonderful images and beautifully written.

Rielle Vobi
I so loved reading this poem; it's good. Reminds me a bit of my own style. Excellent sentiment and beautifully portrayed.