Mark Matthews Poet Rhyme

Tangling Your Fingers In My Hair

Beautiful one
    its you I adore,
your angelic way,
   the knowledge you store.
Grace resides
    upon your skin,
sparking my heart
    to beat again.

You have brought
   emotions to the surface
changing my cauldron-like body
   into a desire filled furnace,
making me crave
   your healing touch
that which resides
   in no other as much.

Its you
   my beauteous beast
who drives my hunt
   to look for a satisfying feast,
dodging trees
   under the full moon
as I find ways
   to deal with this Boone

Silk black sky 
   speckled with glitter
leaving me
   to write about my critter,
swooping down 
   on gossamer wings
before landing
   encircling me in rings.

And even though
    its true
my body shakes
   waiting to bite you,
forever
   I’ll wander my land
Until next to you
   I can stand.

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Carol Sunshine Brown August 11, 2009 at 10:33 AM Good afternoon Mark. I just finished entering some of the contests going on here at the Soup. Now I am going to read some of the poems written here. Thank you for sharing yours. Look through the contests maybe you might want to enter some of them also if you haven't already. Love, Carol

Jessica Arteaga August 10, 2009 at 9:22 PM 5 different type of descriptions, great imagination you have in which i mean your use of words, wonderful poem