Lover's QuestA Poem by Poetic_VixenIt is a magic what a lover can do.
I'll bring you a poem on sleepless nights,
one you'd giggle at masking the blush on your face and would ease, eventually like I had seen your fist uncurl in your sleep, a flower bud too defensive of her tendrils, now, would you believe me when I say you're the most nascent? You remind me of every divine possession of delicate kind as such my knees bend with honour, or affection likely, turning my hands as gentle as you need it to be. To accompany you in your sleep, the dreams I shall sow sprouts of them in your heart to yield smiles of hope at every waking dawn, to keep your steps moving forward for I know I may not be there always I'm often too ugly in my scars, like moon I hide once those nights I show up for you, but I've found you look for me in my absence the most, we are broken together, at our worst when parted, with only our stars to console us. I'm demon on days I fail to be the angel I promise myself to be, I collapse as my tattered wings their root, my spine tired to keep me standing, one hopeless mess of every sinking dream in depths of past filled with failures, I await songs, some stolen wishes, a drawn breath, the becoming of a long sigh, I wake with your hums beside me, a brush of your warm flesh over where my heart is, behind heavy lungs, you're music untamed of any note evading my laboured breaths as petals of spring born flowers, ripe with sweetness of their scents, the tips of your finger smoothing bumps of my rippled skin meet like fireflies through my darkened core, and no butterflies were heard in my stomach anymore, no louder than these flickers drawing my wholly to you. © 2024 Poetic_VixenAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorPoetic_VixenAboutI'm an ardent lover hidden within the deep confines of my maturity, a lover of poetry and expressing deep meanings in the most mundane observations. Clearing out the mist crowding my soul and peekin.. more..Writing
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