My ladys stoped my tears forming puddles
she'd spoken somewhere near my deep dark night
white doves fly my fears from burning struggles
her softly whispers take me into light,
her eyes are meadows struck alight by fire
i gaze into them whirling out control
i feel no wrong swirling in desire
for far too long my dreams were miserable,
she holds my serpents, in her tender reach
teaching them that murder is not worthy,
she stops their hissing in my ears that breach
silent songs of kissing makes them thirsty,
there is no dirty demons in my mind
her wings that up and wrap me, are so kind... Moodyinc
1 comment:
I wish i could put my thoughs into words like this.
Touching man.
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