We made love
last night
to the sound of copper chimes
blowing
on the wind; my Gothic Queen
and I
She spun round and danced
with all
the windows open,
while the curtains fluttered
to Frank Sinatra
as she played the special part, of Joan of Ark
My little Joan of Ark, with her beautiful
black
eye lashes
and a smile sweeter than whip-cream
dancing, barefoot in the dark
My lovely
minstrel queen, dancing like
a sacred jewel
around my neck,
with a smile
full of promises, soon to be deliver
by a kiss
And O' the heaving night, that bellowed
on its heels
As I lost my place on earth,
amid
the howling wind
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Excellent love poem. I have
Excellent love poem. I have read two of your poems now. Each has left me speechless, unable to fully put my emotions into sensible words. Time for another cigar.
J-Called
"while the curtains
"while the curtains fluttered
to Frank Sinatra"
. waves of music igniting echoes of response
I loved it
and how you phrased things.
Very deep and beautiful.
This poem is incredibly beautiful!
J-Called