On Southern Slopes
Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2007 5:37 pm
South facing
Sun breathing
Breath taking
Allow my indulgences
You breathe and I live
You see and I dream
You hear and I spoon
It all down inside
I am no longer me
I carry you were I used to be
What exists is devotion
Wrapped fondly in pink
To give you the Moon
Scatter your bed with Stars
Offerings pale and mundane
Unworthy of thought
Look Southwards
Feel the breath of the Sun
Sense the flush of my love
You’re what I’ve become
Look carefully beyond
At the expression I give
Please stroll and be lost in
An orchard of orchids
It is a bugger of a job, straining to avoid the old familiar cliches and wordage, when fighting to get the emotions onto a page and in dollops of meaning. Freshness takes ages
Sun breathing
Breath taking
Allow my indulgences
You breathe and I live
You see and I dream
You hear and I spoon
It all down inside
I am no longer me
I carry you were I used to be
What exists is devotion
Wrapped fondly in pink
To give you the Moon
Scatter your bed with Stars
Offerings pale and mundane
Unworthy of thought
Look Southwards
Feel the breath of the Sun
Sense the flush of my love
You’re what I’ve become
Look carefully beyond
At the expression I give
Please stroll and be lost in
An orchard of orchids
It is a bugger of a job, straining to avoid the old familiar cliches and wordage, when fighting to get the emotions onto a page and in dollops of meaning. Freshness takes ages
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