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Lust
She sleeps with me at night
She's an apparition;
A silent siren dreaming of lust
A dream where the rivers flow of red
Where the sky is always that of night
and, the moon a pale shade of blue....... No,... Maroon.
Like on the harvest
Hung low for all to see
Lost somewhere in absinthiated thought
Sweet like ether
how the dream tastes
I need her, my ghost, my apparition
My Lust.
i love this poem
gald you wrote it :*) .
Ohhh..I really liked this one, especially the line that reads: 'A silent siren dreaming of lust'.
I liked the imagery painted by your words. It felt lustful (as it should), and also deeply romantic but lonely.
Keep up the good work. I look forward to reading more of your work.