Monday, February 23, 2009

missing

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:

CathM said...

Hmmmmm... love this line:

“...is this passion,
beauty-poisoned madness?”

Shadow said...

a rose coloured door.... hmmmm, lovely image.

Cherie/ Butterfly Dreamer said...

lovely images indeed...

Midlife, menopause, mistakes and random stuff... said...

What a fantastic blog and what a lovely ditty...... I'll definately be back :)
Please visit me at my blog if you have a moment or two.
Take god care and .....

Steady On
Reggie

...The Obnoxious SAHM.... said...

Thank you for following me. I enjoyed your beautiful poem.