poetess

Posted by Robert Anderson On Wednesday, September 16, 2009 0 comments


she's a poetess
who masks fantasies beneath her
alluring eyes,
convulsing in soul so she may
empty her persuasion
while
dwindling hours
feel for their pulse

the secrets in her laden heart,
calm and pretty by the trickling of
her pouring tears,
often escape to the canvas' face
(because she's more of an artist than anything)
and sacrifice their purity
for her audience's circulating delight

she's a poetess--
one who has seldom known
the truth of love nor has ever felt
the breath of a lover against her silken flesh
(and who has only thought
to draw out her deepest yearnings)

but oh, at intervals like honey
i sense i can honestly say,
for her seducing gift alone, that i love her...
this desirable
poetess.

Posted by Robert Anderson at Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Labels: , , ,

No comments:

Post a Comment

Popular Posts

  • when i have you on the phone
    please tell me am i crazy for thinking that i'm wrong when the things that i would say would always lead you on do you think i'...
  • deeper
    deeper... let me caress you with words too damn pretty for the average woman   i want to have you , send sensat...
  • a lover's fantasy
    in the unscrupulous vacancy of my mind her breath arouses my soul to perchance a delightful dream she walks i...
  • word for word
    skinny-dip your soul with me through the breath of life that channels these lucid dreams see us dance against the bluish red skies as...
  • into exile
    in place of all my certainty a single thought of why it seemed i had no choice in the matter with exile as my dearest comfort ...
  • the moon, so silent, abstract and wondrous
    the moon, so silent, abstract and wondrous for the life it breathes in me which easily ignites my desire though i only wish to captiv...
  • utterly in love
    i worship you, see you linger in my dreams, never doubting the very theme you have ever, ever painted across my fragile heart from the...
  • my beautiful Moira
    undying angel, my sweetest gift, there are no shadows that can veil you away from me for how easily you have ever, ever reduced me...
  • Learning The Art
    Maybe I'm a legend in my own mind Although I've a lot to learn More through life and life alone I believe there's st...
  • Fantasy's Keep
     I acquainted my soul with a secret good-bye For all that I was I'd often deny It wasn't enough to bare my despair And so I sai...