Stem of the Morn

Someone who is lonely for love.

STEM OF THE MORN

 

I wish we could listen to the rain together
dripping from the brow of the night;
Why am I thirsty for your soft kiss?
starving, craving sweet food of your lips.

Your whisper bathed in my passion
crawled over my alabaster skin,
each soft word ignited my heart,
like a bell I chimed from deep within.

The petals of the night will bloom again,
and upon the stem of the morn,
You were my bird of paradise
blooming on the wings of love born.

Why do I feel like a tropical plant?
wilting without a bloom tonight.

 

©SyberRose

Author's Note

Thank you for reading...Warmly SyberRose

Reviews

[Leeza]

I can feel an ache coming from this piece. The imagery is so vivid and en-capturing!

[SyberRose]

Yes you are right about that...thank you for reading...SyberRose

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Sneaked an itinerant rhyme in there Rose but sublime never-the-less!

[SyberRose]

Yes I did ha...its called the SyberRose form ha.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Hey we have all done it!

[Rita L. Sev]

Gorgeous imagery, a mournful tone - just what poetry is for, setting a mood with the picture painted by your words. Good write!

[SyberRose]

Thank you Rita...I do appreciate those comments...and I hope you are having a nice holiday...SyberRose

[Muse]

Your way with words is both passionate and stunning. Gorgeous writing....

[SyberRose]

Thank you so much...I appreciate your nice comments today...SyberRose

[jerrypat]

Touching poetry. Sensuous, even though it is written sadly as a love lost. The carnage we make of precious love is criminal to the heart and soul of those treated so. You can certainly write of love abandoned to starve for a touch, a smile, a remembrance.

[SyberRose]

Thank you again Jerry...so nice of you to read my poems today...Its an oldie but one of my favorites...SyberRose