Bo Vigoren Poet Romanticism

Skin Walker

I've met someone I think I could love;
she brandishes what joy is made of-

I lose myself in thoughts about her,
And how I would love to surround her;

The way she talks is hypnotizing,
The way she walks is mesmerizing-

but how do I know the love is true,
or if she just reminds me of you?

I cannot help but vainly wonder,
If, toward you, I still will plunder;

because even in my lovers trance,
The thoughts of you still scantily dance.

Loving her leaves impressions of sin,
When your shadow walks upon her skin.

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment