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
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:
Love this and I'm not a great fan of poetry. Describes someone I know to a 'T'
this is the only blog I actually like
suits my tastes
oh but I am not praising you
becuz I am not a vegetable
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
Baino: T for... Tony?
Lioness: hahahahahaha, thanks...I think :)
the short rhythm belies the darkness...
and i loved the phaser on stun.
nicely done.
Brilliant last line. Have a great weekend.
Harlequin: darkness is only relevant when lit ;)
Lobi: and you too
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