The night lies heavy on unseeded limbs.
Sleep who offered solace, fled rejected.
How can I suppress love when dejected?
Relegate fired desire to merest whim?
I loose my mind's grip and let you in.
You tendril then, a shy presence seeking,
soft-smile to find no resistance meeting.
Oh grow, sweet vine of love and let's begin.
My soul steps the night sky's river-stone-stars.
It quests north-west, all quaking, quickening.
Are we doomed to be always apart?
Fireflies imprisoned in separate jars?
This aching, shaking, late awakening - ooooh
the dawn is breaking and so is my heart.
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Dragonish
PoetryPART 1: Seven poems that explore love. The sated wind doodles mischievously no longer the ravening raptor loosed that scratched sharp claws to my unfettered glee. Now are you temperate, husky, obtuse. PART 2: Follows the tale of a persecuted dragon...
