retreat by dawn but love this bed this woman this body use this dawn for a blanket part with sleep accept this tomb I'm your lover moving like the seasons You say about me "She doesn't fight the clock her strength is her weakness is my lover" Welcome to this moment touch of goodness exits hanging evil in the hallway Lover, she knows better Drinking and drinking somedays coming No more witch hunt wearing wire as my halo Take care of your woman don't depend on her don't use her Wonder why there is no eternity make your own No music make your own We're only conning for better or for worse the cold dirty moon sends its thoughts and your back to the bed, the woman, the body you love...
loved the vibe this one has... it has a calm, winding yet broken flow that's quite effective, great technique... enjoyed it thoroughly, thanks for sharing it... yummy lines
Thank you fulmah. I appreciate your thoughts on it. This is one of my favourites I've ever written, I think. Maybe...
i especially dig your description of the moon... not romanticized... reminds me of Plath when she said, "Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon." unconventional, untraditional... i love this well-taken risk! a lovely poem - it made me sit and linger on it for a while.
