Wet Ink

Wet Ink

I hang my poetry

from the clouds

hoping it will fall

gently on you like summer rain.

Be sprinkled, soft like angel dust

to make your skin glisten and glow

and come alive with desire.

I form each word, with caring hands,

into delicacies for your sweet palate.

Wishing that you will want

to feast upon my love;

to eat at this table

where I sit and write

in the ray of moons long passed,

awaiting your consent.

So will you not hear

my whispered truth,

my passion for you,

and you alone,

and the sincerity

of my leaking, bleeding pen?

 

11/08/14

Reviews

[Sophy Freebirds]

Your pen bleeds charming words amigo.. let it bleed in your passion. I really loved how you travelled from clouds to the table of feast.. a voyage of longing portrayed exquisite metaphors..well done.

~Sophy

[John Alexander McFadyen]

My pen speaks my soul mostly Sophy. Many thank yous

[Kelly Scheppers]

It's writing like this that keeps me coming back for more...a mighty pen, I must say!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Delighted you think so Kelly, Many thank yous.

[Ti]

Truly amazing John!
You really make poetry come alive with your creativeness, this poem is incredibly written and filled with passion for writing in 'Wet Ink'.
Great write John Gabriel :)

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you SuMmEr you are very kind to say so.

[Ti]

Your very welcome John, it was a pleasure writing a review for you :)

[Frieda P]

Wet ink, what an enthralling notion, your mighty sword is sultry when it bleeds John.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

My Lady you do indulge me I fear! Many thank yous...........

[Frieda P]

This appeals not only to the woman in me, but my poetic bliss.....

[John Alexander McFadyen]

I am humbled my Lady (bows low)