I took the easy way out, made a new id. Mostly, because I'm strapped for time.
A poem from I-dont-know-where.
beneath brightly colored shields,
a child of spring and sunshine.
Even a glimpse of her tiny feet is hidden,
her creation an act of secrecy in plain sight.
I learnt of her birth before I learnt of mine.
She is ageless, a munchkin conceived
with nectar and kisses, reborn
year after year, a cycle of nature.
I am a child of passion
and love hidden beneath duty
born just once – nevermore –
an answer to a prayer.
We were both innocent once,
harbringers of smiles and
the fragrance of guiltless love.
We are both children of the night –
she who kissed our pubic hair black,
made us equal in the art
of seduction and the gift of passion.
We both will bear children
to take our places, but mine
will be gifts wrapped in nothing.
Poetry by Soft Words
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Written on 2008-07-13 at 01:15
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A poem from I-dont-know-where.
Summerchild
She hides in her mother's wombbeneath brightly colored shields,
a child of spring and sunshine.
Even a glimpse of her tiny feet is hidden,
her creation an act of secrecy in plain sight.
I learnt of her birth before I learnt of mine.
She is ageless, a munchkin conceived
with nectar and kisses, reborn
year after year, a cycle of nature.
I am a child of passion
and love hidden beneath duty
born just once – nevermore –
an answer to a prayer.
We were both innocent once,
harbringers of smiles and
the fragrance of guiltless love.
We are both children of the night –
she who kissed our pubic hair black,
made us equal in the art
of seduction and the gift of passion.
We both will bear children
to take our places, but mine
will be gifts wrapped in nothing.
Poetry by Soft Words
Read 636 times
Written on 2008-07-13 at 01:15
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