my paradise
Closing these eyes, penetrating into darkness,I can see a face, a remnant, a foilage,
Those eyes that pierce forcefully into my cranium,
begging to differenciate choices that are arisen.
Sculpt this clay-like robustion into appearance,
this one whom drowns in apparent nature,
Tedious are those hands; seldom judgemental,
mold this spirit and awaken this from death.
Oh for the valleys that are crosssed abruptly,
the emotion seeking a falter in the prism,
a chance to escape, to find the master,
such is this my weary heart is after.
You dominatrix of passions, seemingly harmless,
At the same time I stand alone aware of that wall;
one that is not easily crumbled by anyone,
but for this piece of union I sense a rebellion?
Touch this with those crafted hands,
oil this skin with kisses teasing seduction,
handle this vessel through turbulent waters,
and lay down next to this in paradise.
Poetry by Brandi
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Written on 2006-07-25 at 21:39
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