Tender KissesA Poem by James McFadyen
Tis it Gods fancy to leave men mired
In discrepant sentiments, a love undesired? Juxtaposed repose which wantonly dismisses A doting love and her tender kisses As bitter as sweet as a dew washed rose They would make all poets write in prose Lips like feathers they caress my cheeks Though more so like talons and razor sharp beaks Delightful perfume escapes your mouth Of Valencian cherries and spiced Vermouth A sanguine chalice, parted lips Filled with venom I am forced to sip You utter soft whispers like butterfly wings I am obliged to hear the temptress sing Such words dissolve to mires so black A sickly pool, sincerity doth lack Tis it Gods fancy to leave men mired In discrepant sentiments which leave me tired? Alas! I adore thee yet despite such wishes I will never love your tender kisses.
© 2012 James McFadyenReviews
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Added on September 8, 2012Last Updated on September 8, 2012 AuthorJames McFadyenLondon, Middlesex, United KingdomAboutGraduate from the University of Exeter: BA HONS English Literature with Creative Writing (Study Abroad) Former English Language Teacher in Hanoi, Vietnam. more..Writing
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