poem_170_Slave_Myelow

Myelow, Myelow, Myelow

What a sight you've truly been

Watching your gallery journey

As you changed many a skin



I opened to your homepage

Enthralled by the galore

Yet with all the magnificence

I still craved for more



Further on down I scrolled

Then there was a surprise

Sufficed is what I became

With an interest doubled in size



Next I read your lament

Your heart exhibiting such creations

My body surged in chills

As you exceeded my expectations



Oh beautiful, Myelow

So masculine and sweet

What a person you really are

How sad you’re incomplete



You beautiful butterfly

With broken wings

I wish to show you

The better things



You solemn bird

With painful song

I wish to hold you

And show you belong



You fallen angel

Blood stained and all

I will be here

To cushion another fall



You pricking rose

In your expression of love

Forever I shall be

Your leather glove



You the mother

Unable to be with child

I’d fill that same passion

With events just as wild



You without a mate

Who longs to be held

I will whisper and remind

Without feeling impelled



I shall be the one

To give you these

All I ask in return

Is for you to please





Inspired by: “Myelow’s Lament”

Dedicated to: Myelow the Slave

Created on:  February 16, 2007  - 07:31

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