Ophelia

His eyes are my requiems

of passion and of loss,

dark pits of my indulgence,

a coin I will not toss.

Let us not

waste any time,

let's fall asleep right now.

I want to kiss him in his neck,

and give him my last vow.

A promise echoes from afar,

of one who's coming home,

I never knew I had a beat

until I read his poem.

The words were chains,

the words were bars,

but still they set me free,

until he drowns me in his ink,

I will never be me.

Reviews

[Muse]

ahhh yes...I could slumber away in your words. Precious dreams that visit our hearts when half awake. Her muse provided a pulse...a reason to breathe...

[Antonio Valentino]

if in my final breath
my eyes would kiss
this lovely poem
it would hold me
in its arms
and take me,
softly home

(((You)))

An amazing stylish poem full of ancient brilliance, I felt myself here in a true romance of hights, and depts, this was perrrfect my friend, thank you for sharing all your beautiful writes here.

E.L.