If the core of my life stays centered in flame
I'll open what give thee
just the same
and turn not away
from the pruning of heat
in the place where soft slumber sifts wild through my sleep
hold not the dreamer
to manner or verse
who forgot to ask morning w'ere blessing or curse
come boldly entangled
the night shall bear witness
to said and unsaid
oh never grow weary of brilliance and fire
in the thinly veiled strength of a woman's desire
what passion plays opposite long to a fool?
none I, said the girl in a puddle of moon
lit sun and nights of fragile bliss
when puddles play opposite long to a kiss...
awakening Jupiter, Neptune and Mars
unfolding and tumbling her own to possess
I think the most lovely of words must be
*Photography credit Mimi Lenox*
I'll just be here under my Easter bonnet, embarking on another adventure during Easter vacation.
I will be back Monday May 2, 2011. In the meantime, enjoy Poetry Week on Mimi Writes.