The peak of what man can do for love. - 17 November 2005




Salacity.

You,
 
I’d fist broken glass in a clay modelled vase.
 
Me,
 
Bled salacity –
 
From the cuts that smothered my espoused faze.
 
 
 
Us,
 
I’d lock hands with a sullen-thirsty bear.
 
We,
 
A dying guarantee –
 
Scars between my fingers to the embracing care.



Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2005-11-18 at 00:00

Tags Romance  Lust 

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Emily Ann
Wonderful job with the placing of your words.
2006-12-13


blackestdaze
~*WoW*~
2005-11-21


Alexander
You had me at the first line. I am shocked by this poem. What incredible poem you have written. You are my hero.
2005-11-18


Zoya Zaidi
Beauty, thy name is John!
Lyricism, thy name is Jonh!
Ideas! thy name is John!
I read it three times...
I'll read it again & again!
I've Bookmarked it,Sweet Heart!
(((hugs daer boy)))
xxx Zoya
2005-11-18