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My Tropic Night

O how I pine your lips to feel again To sip the honeyed fountain of your youth And let your milk wash me afresh like rain Cuddling to its breast the wet blistered root I want to disrobe you like night the moon And let the drums of our drunken hearts moan In silk sheets of wind, my desires are swoon In the lap of memory: All I own - My fingers lingering at the curves, keep Deep tumults of joy, O moon, come again The rod is green, and too erect to sleep In this slow rise and fall of pant and pain - I remember too, a brown, dusky light I before you burnished ... my tropic night.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 9/15/2010 4:14:00 AM
ok where do I sign up to take this ride what great imagery and flow to this this write David much enjoyed and thanks kindly for your comments on my poems keep up the great writing blessings to you and family
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Date: 9/14/2010 6:51:00 PM
You set quite a mood with your passionate images, David. I hope you entered this one in the love poems contest! Wouldn't it be great to sip from the fountain of youth again? Excellent use of the sonnet form, which I believe was created to express romantic thoughts. Love, Carolyn
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