Not to be confused

 Passion a cat that howls in the black of night

A bird on the wing, as a siren does sing but never comes back

A raising bloom that wilts to die

The lost echo of a sigh

Love, a mother's touch the kiss of an angel

An eye that discerns unspoken need

The dog that lays at your feet

A gentle wave that, in its parting, accepts you as you are

Beloved, more important than oneself

When all desire is focused on an other's needs

To sell one's soul for an other's redemption

And gladly, in place of who is loved, one bleeds

Reviews

[nadia dmitri]

Beautiful write, I love all of the different yet cohesive ideas

[Soren]

Thank you so much for the read and kind words of support

[Dylan Macadham]

Intriguing, pleasing :) ..."The lost echo of a sigh." love this!

[Soren]

Thank you so much for the read and most kind words of encouragement

[Arundass TP]

Beautifully written poem. I loved that howling cat and that dog laying beside feet. Good work. Keep it up

[Soren]

Thank you so much for the read and support

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Poets have that inner being that makes them bleed for others...hardly ever themselves...unless they are Berryman, Plath, Sexton or Jarrell....
but better to bleed, clean out the wound and move on.

[Soren]

Thanks Jacob your words are wise and provide a bandage for open wounds