I am precariously balanced between two lovers perilously stuck in a smoldering state of fertile flux
When I am supine under a blanket of dynamic darkness one brings bountiful bitterness hand-carved from night's stone amidst our dance of deprivation I am sure it is he I covet most
When I am vertical under a dawn of lusty lightness one brings benedictions of being hand-picked from morning's flush amid our carnal covenant I am sure it is him I crave more
Neither benefactor is wise to the other's tugging tide
It is indeed a difficult plight but you see for me it is right because without my day lover my night other I woud perish alone unbalanced
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<BR> <BR> "I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz<BR> or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:<BR> I love you as certain dark things are loved,<BR> secretly, between the shadow and the soul.<BR> <BR> I love you as the plant that doesn
In the dawning silence<BR> I can hear the phantom ring<BR> The world just seems to fall away<BR> I hear the angels sing <BR> <BR> Grief and pain just disappear<BR> My world is mine again<BR> And for that single moment<BR> I can live without an end <BR> <B
Velvet whispers<BR> Inaudible murmuring <BR> Stifled secrets<BR> <BR> Indigo shadows veil desperation<BR> Obscuring desire<BR> <BR> In a lucid azure dream<BR> I found you<BR> <BR> Under a sapphire sky.
Well, it so happens that I was asked my permission to dedicate 2 whole pages to me in an upcoming book called The International Who's Who of Poetry with one of the pages being my poem and the other page being a biography of me. Woohoo! (Hopefully it's n
A Maiden <BR> Sara Teasdale <BR> <BR> Oh if I were the velvet rose <BR> Upon the red rose vine, <BR> I'd climb to touch his window <BR> And make his casement fine.<BR> <BR> And if I were the little bird <BR> That twitters on the tree, <BR> All day I'd si
I am precariously balanced
between two lovers
perilously stuck
in a smoldering state
of fertile flux
When I am supine under a blanket
of dynamic darkness
one brings bountiful bitterness
hand-carved from night's stone
amidst our dance of deprivation
I am sure it is he
I covet most
When I am vertical under a dawn
of lusty lightness
one brings benedictions of being
hand-picked from morning's flush
amid our carnal covenant
I am sure it is him
I crave more
Neither benefactor is wise
to the other's tugging tide
It is indeed a difficult plight
but you see for me it is right
because without
my day lover
my night other
I woud perish alone
unbalanced