Wednesday, May 04, 2011

...By Any Other Name


Love is a temple
In glare of the sun
Your gaze is a razor
a phaser set to stun
Sacrificial beauty
In the passing of days
Beauty no less
In zigzag heat haze
Transient intransigent
Dewdrop on rose
Misled by the need
Meaning to suppose
Love is a temple
In the glare of the sun
Your gaze is a caress
A ghost on the run

8 comments:

Baino said...

Love this and I'm not a great fan of poetry. Describes someone I know to a 'T'

the feeling lioness said...

this is the only blog I actually like
suits my tastes

the feeling lioness said...

oh but I am not praising you
becuz I am not a vegetable

the feeling lioness said...

when people praise others it is like vegetables standing together in a row, hand in hand and then opening their mouths
that's pretty funny

Pisces Iscariot said...

Baino: T for... Tony?

Lioness: hahahahahaha, thanks...I think :)

Harlequin said...

the short rhythm belies the darkness...
and i loved the phaser on stun.
nicely done.

Confessions of a Temporal Lobe said...

Brilliant last line. Have a great weekend.

Pisces Iscariot said...

Harlequin: darkness is only relevant when lit ;)

Lobi: and you too