On bent and borrowed kneeA Poem by ronOn bent and borrowed knee
I come to you my heart doth splayed, Offered in the moonlight, it beats at your request.
Look favorably upon me, for my mind doth wander in places it should not. My soul blushes in its fervor; I cannot help my desires nor make sense of their needs.
I offer you all that I am, bent on borrowed knee. Take my hand and make me yours, I am but a hollow shell of my soul.
Doth the arrow in my heart not convey to you my haste? Will you allow it to bleed until it is only dust?
Doth not the stardust I have captured show me worthy of your needs? Have I not toiled and bleed enough, to grant me an audience with thee?
Would you dismiss me because a lark sang in your ear? Do not the stars and Heavens show my love to thee?
If this is not enough, than take my heart and press it to the soil, So that another lover might grow for thee. © 2013 ronReviews
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2 Reviews Added on September 28, 2013 Last Updated on September 28, 2013 AuthorronImperial, CAAboutI have been writing on and off or more years than i care to remember. I started writing poetry, than i started a novel (still in the works), now I'm writing a six part short story erotic.. more..Writing
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