don't untie me
you do know
the latent power behind
these old blue eyes
it does not surprise me
that what you see
blinds most
with just a taste
that pours
from your lips
above as
you pounce down
before the water
fits the glove
of any moment
held
inside
the sharp
of you
with the
blood of me
the blood of what
sees past
any ghost or tree
that time forgot
to say we only whisper
when we scream
our names,
digging our nails
into each other
the latent power behind
these old blue eyes
it does not surprise me
that what you see
blinds most
with just a taste
that pours
from your lips
above as
you pounce down
before the water
fits the glove
of any moment
held
inside
the sharp
of you
with the
blood of me
the blood of what
sees past
any ghost or tree
that time forgot
to say we only whisper
when we scream
our names,
digging our nails
into each other
Really like how this poem is presented and the words within it are perfectly chosen.
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aaah sweet...the presentation came about by magic accident...usually the best kind...thank you so much for commenting...Edward
ReplyDeleteAwesome.
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