Plasir d'AmourA Poem by MoiTonight I couldn't even say your name,
Sweet song it is, it was, and wordless now I wandered the night searching for its fame, Wet lines like crags, giving cheeks subtle glow. Beneath the drowsy lights, no sound, I walked To that place; with my confidences met, And tried to say it and how? but then balked As whimpers broke my face to slop and wet. My pules died in the air; earless, vapid -- And when tried to ask in that after-calm Why so impossible and so rapid? Dampened with the answer, dressed in napalm: To him, flattery, and all my smiles cease. Tears and poems; thus on the mantel piece. © 2008 MoiReviews
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3 Reviews Added on October 1, 2008 AuthorMoiAboutI have a head of spiral staircases, ten goofy fingers, and delicious mud-pie eyes. I try to write a little bit of everything, don't we all? more..Writing
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