You need not bathe,
Need not sleep
You
Need not bless me.
beauty is too strong
for us men to live by
where
is this passion,
beauty-poisoned madness?
the wolf snarls
his teeth pierce
the flesh of your own needs
rainfall
soft,
clear.
The sun shines
In bright heavens
luminous.
No rainbow beckons.
5 comments:
Hmmmmm... love this line:
“...is this passion,
beauty-poisoned madness?”
a rose coloured door.... hmmmm, lovely image.
lovely images indeed...
What a fantastic blog and what a lovely ditty...... I'll definately be back :)
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Take god care and .....
Steady On
Reggie
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