The GiftA Poem by Patricia ThourneSilently she walks Feet of stone on a glassy path Dauntless she roves Ebony heart, glorious burden Drought with life Ivory brow and crimson lips Through raven's eyes she seeks His kiss A breath of love, transcendent Her last moment of joy A whisp of smoke in the haze Left but with a longing For ecstasy ephemeral Homeward, she moves For Him, she breathes Though sickened in pallor She endures for demise No fire, no hell Nor temples of providence May stand against her will Feet of stone, silent Flutter of winds whisper His divine invitation Promise of comfort Offering the Gift Homeward she moves Towards the dark embrace Lips parting in laughter Glorious in her tragedy On her knees, she greets Him Arms held high in rejoice Eyes to the heavens, she begs Him To slake his thirst in her Out of shadow he moves Reverent in her alabaster beauty Without words he bids her rise Without sound the command is given She moves as silk, bearing flesh Icy fingers cradle her head Lips of fire caress her throat Wanton, she begs the invasion Deeply, he breathes her in As shards of ivory delve The breath of Love pricking her flesh He bestows the Gift Taking from her, grace and good Giving to her, ecstasy and lust And as she swoons in the fog Mirthless laughter escapes As the Gift takes hold, she sees The tragedy of death is naught For in death, His love endures. © 2008 Patricia Thourne |
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1 Review Added on June 23, 2008 Last Updated on June 23, 2008 AuthorPatricia ThournePortland, ORAboutI really have no specific mode or formula I write in. I simply write what comes to me. I don't always pay much attention to punctuation either . I feel it and put it to ink. Simple as that. It's more .. more..Writing
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