Plum Lips.A Poem by Thomas FitzgeraldI have been told that although I may be a good writer and poet, I rarely tackle one of the true inspirations for writers everywhere - love, so here goes, be warned, it may not be by best.My thoughts frail the edges of memory, Our glass is stained plum with sweetness, You pour hearts into kisses on my lips, Touched in hands soft rounded kindness.
A prayer of bodies wrapped in sweat, The eyes see souls inside all creation, May Gods of new bless willing hearts, Amen to hopes come through reaction.
Emotion and talent swing clocks of time, Dates and scenes crave important few, Lead faith an softness behind my heart, Drained spirits renewed again the two.
Lights flicker in windows now old and grey, Colours fade yet stay fresh as we tend, I love you my friend, my lover, my man, Now join my being we will never end. © 2011 Thomas FitzgeraldAuthor's Note
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Added on July 20, 2011Last Updated on July 20, 2011 AuthorThomas FitzgeraldWexford, Leinster, IrelandAboutTo all who know by now - I love you. For those that don't, I review a lot of work on here, and I expect the same in return, friend me but make sure to have conviction! I'm a horror writer mostly bu.. more..Writing
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