Asylum

Dedicated to she who inspires...

 

 

 

 

Curvaceous as a moon in bloom

Is your body to my spirit,

Desire morphed into love

And aspersed with saintly scent.

 

With you senses find

An asylum heaving with fire;

They surge and billow

Like Poseidons of the Sea.

 

When nights become an entourage

Of the heart, I lie with you,

Spheres lost in wonderment

Of a dream etched in a dream.

 

 

 

Reviews

[Leah Simone]

A dream etched in a dream - such a concept! You've chosen your words very well and forced us to look at the alternate meanings of terms we have attached less than romantic associations - such as asylum, entourage, and Poseidon. I think the tension such choices have envoked within this " classical" profession of passion make it unique and more intriguing.

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When nights become an entourage
Of the heart, I lie with you,
Spheres lost in wonderment
Of a dream etched in a dream.

This is such a beuatiful write and I like theselines here alot.

[Emily Rose]

I had to read this three times to really understand this in any capacity because I kept getting lost in the beauty of the language. Ah, such craft! Your descriptions are excellent and your imagery is gorgeous and you leave it just open-ended enough for some interesting interpretations. Manifique!

[poet2angels (lynda)]

This is beautiful
Such amazing metaphor and imagery and so powerful yet soft...
Such is love

Lynda

[Michael X]

I really liked the expression, reminds me of inresdtricted 12 line prose,
yet you've managed to keep your line breaks in perfect balance,
Excellent poem, thanks for sharing this gem.

[Nansi London]

Tasty. For a lack of a better word, your words as simply tasty. Vivid imagery, that paints a picture that speaks more than a thousand words. A treat to my senses. Thank you for this...

London

[emmajoy]

Smooth, peaceful, undeniable love.
The lines of your poem drift softly, like a paper boat on a stream. Lovely.
' When nights become an entourage / Of the heart, ' - sweet and great phrase.
Truly look forward to reading more of your work some time.
Thank you for sharing.

( Delightful photos! )

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Sigh! You once wrote of sad unwrittens. How sad that your volume of work was deleted along with so many others. One poem yet remains as a reminder of your inner beauty, a dream etched in a dream.

"There is a degree in sadness that is close to sacredness, about which I won't write, so you don't have to read."

I've missed you.

[Léo Duval]

the rhythm is so slow that I've got the impression of hearing waves - it's maybe because of the "s" sounds too. I don't know. Good job though!

[yma~catherine]

A moon in bloom! With petals of falling stars maybe?
This is gorgeous!

[Laura E. Aranda]

Dedicated to a muse. Incredible. I wish you had more on here that I could read. Cheers to this nifty piece, lea