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Like the Feathers of an Arrow (affectionately known as LFA).
...don't open...don't throw away... is not disappearing completely (not yet),
but postings here will be limited.
Tuesday, August 7, 2012
12 Last Call: Falling Deep
Senses flare with every breath we share;
pent up hungers caught most unaware.
Every touch sends shivers—tender waves
bent on driving us wild ‘til we’re slaves
chained together by desires that singe;
claiming us ‘til we become unhinged.
Tensions build with every touch we dare,
rendering us free—no more despair.
Weeks of fighting fade; our fevered thirst
sweetens harsh words spoken at our worst.
Rapt, we find ourselves dissolving fast,
trapped within a love we know will last.
Note on Form: This is my second go at framed couplets. Starting and ending a line on a stress throws me off a bit--not really sure why--but in the end, it think it sounds pretty nice.
This is my offerings for this weeks dVerse Poets Pub OpenLinkNight. If you get a chance, check out all of the talented poets who have stepped up into the spotlight.