Figment of A FeverA Poem by LeahMy lady, inch closer, Send my heart a
runner; Perplex the shire of
my bones… No more; Tawdry thou art
nought, Beheld myne fire, I
besought; Of thine needy desire, Thou hast conquered my
will; My lady, upon me
bestow, Thine liquescent
amore! Thine quim…. Lips drip
of fervor, Byrgan of myne
brimstone sawl! Museful scourging
thoghts, Swelling forms of
thine embrace, The rupture of myne
countenance! Turn back! Turn back! Return to myne hand! Hast ye nought heard? Thou hast bereft me
myne faith! Fly ye! Come back to
myne land! My grounds hast
reasoned for schisms! Intimately, thou hast
wrought myne sanctuary! Intimately… thou hast
formed myne Lyfe of Mecca. -Leah © 2012 Leah |
Stats
356 Views
3 Reviews Added on May 9, 2012 Last Updated on May 9, 2012 AuthorLeahSingaporeAboutOther sites: http://embryonicpith.deviantart.com/ http://www.facebook.com/embryonic.pith (Temporarily de-activated) " We are the music makers, And we are the dreamers of dreams, Wandering b.. more..Writing
|