A Tender Spot
that tender spot
never completely goes away it never
fades like it would be good
to feel that way again
one more time to play the night the day
into chiaroscuro charades beneath the boughs
of cerulean trees with your fairy wraps chattering
my synapses in a medieval breeze blown clattering
bones of flies over the swaying turrets of castle stones
with currants au courant for our flattering scones
with a fancy flair light the perfume there shadows in your
faysome hair~
Ah well, that tender spot of yearning dreaming within eyes
never completely breathes it's last and dies
you see the past lives each instant even if asleep and dreaming
distant deep inside a secret place you may feel a need to deny
such a tender spot may tickle
at rather inappropriate times
if indeed it does
feel free to apologize
if you must my dear,
altho' not I...
Poetry by jesse
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Written on 2006-11-19 at 09:06
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