Rescue

My lover's aid

came to stay-

when the ornery

darkness

rode upon my heels.

 

Yet Angels

wings flung

my self above

the game-

mounting my name-

his and mine

combined

He and She

we found

answers

to the truths

unbound

with one another

only together

could we

flee

the rivals rule

the evil being.

 

Freedom

was his gift

to me

he lay me down

upon the bed

clasped his hands

into mine

lapped my body

from head to toe

rolled eyes gazes

back and fro-

splintered all

the pain away

replaced my fear

with mad desire

the passion of

a walnut tree

rooted, grown,

fruited forth

his seed

within me now

will sprout

a soul

as mighty as

ourselves.

 

The life blood

green and red

spills forth

upon the page-

His heart, soul

and mind

unite to tell

the tale

of this tragic

South.

 

Where our love

paths crossed

once and then

kept apart

furrying

farther below

the Mason Dixon line

while I keep

camp up here

away from

my true love's

stare.

 

An erection of the eye

I miss

when you would

banter softly

with me

pleasing

my generous

curiousity

the flip of your hand

in mid quip

I suppose is as lasting

an impression

I may have for now

these brief memories

subside and exist

among the treachery

of longing

to see your kind soul

saunter past my door

again.

 

My lover's aid

took me away

to travel

within

the monsoon's

maze.

 

 

 

Reviews

[Bubo]

This is amazing. A story, almost legend that unfolds........a beautiful love..........the last stanza was beautiful.

I suppose is as lasting

an impression

I may have for now

these brief memories

subside and exist

among the treachery

of longing

to see your kind soul

saunter past my door

again.


The longing and memories are always there, the desire.................I'd love to know what inspired the write.

[poddar kushal]

bard you have spoken again, you know the world , you know the way of us.
this is a nice poetry.
Freedom

was his gift

to me - is my favourite.