Nightly.

By maisie

Sun, 13 Sep 2015
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Nightly.

The dark of the night fits me
wraps soft velvet fingers
encloses limbs in a gentle embrace....
...
Love is this, welcoming.
Shadows of the moments spent -
on the collection of our surrenders.
...
On the battlefield of desire: the Arabian Night.
Talk to me of wonder, whilst the Screech Owl
hunts the dawn.  And I and You hunt also...
...
The last act: except accept
the finality and the infinatity to come.
A mirror image of what was, will be and shall be evermore.

the songbird on the tree,
sings the dawn, as the sun rises -
on our empty beds...

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Comments

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi maisie,

love that first stanza:-

The dark of the night fits me

wraps soft velvet fingers

encloses limbs in a gentle embrace...

It really set the scene for the rest of the poem, which I very much enjoyed.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by maisie on

it's not finished, I think that perhaps I only need to write a few poems now...  I'm concentrating on fiction for the time being...  this one is a fun piece.

maisie angel Guess what?  I'm still alive!

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

This is beautiful.

Submitted by maisie on

that you said that...  really.

maisie angel Guess what?  I'm still alive!