In the Shadows of Wanting More

A path to evening drops into life
like a maze full of sin.
Complete with smiles
no poet can divide.
Protection from the air is grim
same as a marriage
woven in a mist
of distrust and lies.

A sad, sad spell enchants your hands
when you lie naked
in the shadows of wanting more.
You cannot help but wonder
if this means
you are dead to the skies
lying between anguish
and the path to evening, keeping score.

Your feet fill in the gaps
saying farewell to sacrifice
when midnight strikes
yet does not save you again.
You cannot walk the path to evening
if you do not know
your way out
of the maze full of sin.

Reviews

[MoriartyMesa]

Through the entire reading of this work, I was trying if not struggling to remember a song from the 90's. The beginning made me think of a piano solo, thankfully I was able to remember the song. But to read something and remember a song from the mid 90's.....well that just about takes the cake in my book.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lAHbZsg95M0

[The Analog Kid]

This is really something special. Just the way you bend the phrases:)

[Coyote Poetry]

Powerful and beautiful words gave life the amazing photo. When temptation is near. Few can escape the desire to swim in passion and the heat of the hot flesh. No weakness in this poem. Just outstanding story.
Coyote

[Arthur Henn]

Your words are intriguing

[Cassie Fraga]

ooooo... neva that had a haunting feeling to it... the ending said it all!!!
BRILLIANT IN UR WAYS CHICA!!!
**write...write on...**