HER SEASA Poem by Rene Velez
the fight has left me weary,
teary eyed with emotions reserved for braver men and her nails are red again from the deep wounds she has inflicted, I am restricted to her beauties embrace, I have touched her mirrors and have lost face in her woven design, her touch sublime like snow through miseries windows, the widower of her devotion an ocean best left to the dead sailors of the sea I am on wounded knee balancing on the unsteady planks of her mind, in her chimes, the death of time, holds no ground, love holds no bounds, only the traps of her beauty her unsoothing melodies, my self made remedies, tripping stupidities in love with demons of lust, I, in the cusp of mercy, but I am not worthy for she casts her loneliest lights... for the dead sailors of the sea © 2011 Rene VelezReviews
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Added on September 27, 2011Last Updated on September 27, 2011 AuthorRene VelezNew York City, NYAboutPoetry... what else needs to be said? [email protected] more..Writing
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