Release of the TempestA Poem by The 13th ErosProspero’s tempest unleashed
Prospero’s
tempest unleashed
On
a metamorphoses of seascapes
Fleshly
forms bending
Billowing
surf alive
On
rhythm’s passive dance
Surging,
sweeping, swelling
In
Miranda’s wake
As
seabird screams
Echo
over the wilding rush
Breakers
crashing in thunders
While
twisting seafoam flows
From sweet undulations
In
a cresting convolution of moans
Swelling,
rippling, flooding Whitecap sheets of night Tempest now sweet release. © 2013 The 13th Eros
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Added on April 10, 2013Last Updated on April 12, 2013 AuthorThe 13th ErosWherever my love is...AboutSource: miladydewinter.tumblr.com via The 13th on Pinterest I am Eros, Greek god of love and sexual desire. I shoot my arrows into the hearts of gods or mortals to rouse them with desire. Aphrodite.. more..Writing
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