I should probably put more effort into thinking of titles for my poems...
she sings to me
and I cry
unsure of what to say
how to feel
wrapped up in their celestial dance
that flickers in shadows slapped
across my face
she sings to me
Siren of the uncharted night
and I crave her
the touch of her fingers on
my skin
since it's so easy to merely
succumb
she sings to me
words
burning in my mind
while I struggle to breathe
the line that separates
objectivity and
intimacy
to no avail.
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3 Comments:
Beautiful. Great job.
Also acts like a dose of muse for me, apparently. *goes off to write*
About your post title: totally! Then your poems will be even better than they already are ;)
Thank you both. :D
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