Temptation of forbidden fruit, lured to soul-catchers of Ceylon blue
Adonis with raven hair vies to consume completely
Should have been any other,
but not him
any other than him
Refusal to forsake, to turn away, to walk away, to run away
head held high, leaving well enough alone
Should have been any other,
but not him
anyone other than him
Weakness of spirit, caution swayed by the careless madness
longing for tender touch and impassioned embrace
Should have been any other,
but not him
any other than him
Surrender to most primal calling, inner stirrings erupt and unbridled
passion’s denouement, but for a brief and measured time
Should have been any other,
but not him
any other than him
Wreckage from the surrender, hearts shattered, lives razed to ruin
obliteration, all gladly given just for the touch of the youthful god
Should have been any other,
but not him
any other than him
Song of the Thorn Bird
Heartbeats
The Hidden Heart
- Lisa
- Crunchy Faux-nola? I am a hypocrite hippie...kinda crunchy...a girl trying to go green, but not always getting it done. In one hand I have organic fruit, essential oils, & apple cider vinegar, while the other holds a Whataburger #1 Combo on a white bun. I want to save the earth, eat naturally, go organic, and do all that I can to be a better human on this big blue marble...."the spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak... the wallet run lows on cash...and there's only 24 hours in a day." I know I can do better, but right now that is my best. Living the good life with a side of crunchy faux-nola!
2 comments:
Shoulda, woulda, coulda... bottom line, hurt is hurt.
Lisa, great work on this poem. You've kept your wording tight (i.e. no unnecessary words) and convey the story well. I like the ending "gladly given for the touch of the youthful god". Very nice indeed! :)
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