Dust

 

Oars in the moonlight

The dip of my death

in the fingerbowl,

petal filled with prose

and the essence

of rose water,

ring finger fresh

and to the point

the need to wither

and fade in the

glade of winter frost.

 

We are… war.

tossed by the hands

of treachery

men,

bundles upon their backs

sleeping in bootstrap cries

and sipping poetry from ladles

of street mongers, and w****s;

casualties of love.

Scattering  seeds among

 the throngs of drink

and the sway of society.

 

All poets and fools; we are

Walking contradictions,

Ideals;  burst into flame.

Brides, to the nature of

sex and sacrifice.

I long to travel the south

west winds and hold to

the pen of my lover,

be a slave ,

to the white of skin

and the silk of immortal

Moonlight,

Soft upon their breasts,

I will lust for the

pouring rain, and

become dust,

neither lost,

borne, nor dying.

Reviews

[Flow]

a wonderful flow and outstanding poetry...

[Tara]

I love this. I especially love the part beginning with "I long...until the end." This is philosophical and romantic all tied up in one very well written, emotional write! Bravo, sister!

[jusgivit]

well.. i have a new favorite poem.. this is great! I really love this poem rob. I am so impressed by you sometimes
This one was put together from start to finish! see, i love observational..and in different subject matter going from one to the other flawlesesly. Great job..for what its worth, I am very impressed with this one boo

[jusgivit]

well.. i have a new favorite poem.. Is is great! I really love this poem rob. I am so impressed by you sometimes
This one was put together from start to finish! see, i love observational..and in different subject matter going from one to the other flawlessesly. Great job..for what its worth, I am very impressed with this one boo

[Melinda]

I wont try to break up this piece by pushing an interpretation on it, but one thing I can say that is abundantly clear (and won't detract from the message) is the sheer romanticism of it.. I can almost smell the faint scent of roses on a moolight breeze.. Beautiful..