Nightingale

The lavender fog swirls like a Juliet rose

while the lunar liquid trickles down

the window of passion~

 

A dusty pink blossom awakens

to the stem of night

 bathing in her glory~

 

And torturous bewitchment of thirst

delights in the whispers of adoration.

 

Melodious strings of your guitar

descend deeply into a wilderness

exploring in a pool of wonderment~

 

 I am your sweet nightingale

your songbird in our Eden of night

as the timbre of my voice serenades~

 

(Your melodious drug of choice)

 

As whispers flow through your pulsating veins

lifting you above the clouds

to an extraordinary planet~

 

An unknown planetary nebula

where desire is our haven~

 

©SyberRose

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Reviews

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Subtle and telling, a flowing that succumbs to no one!

[SyberRose]

Thank you Thomas...hugs

[Akshita]

a cute pic..with a nice poetry..loved reading it..

[SyberRose]

Thank you Akshita...Rose:)

[Cassie]

this is so beautifully worded Rose. Wow!!! enjoyed reading this.

[SyberRose]

Thank you Cassie...i'm glad you enjoyed it....thanks for peeking in today...Rose:)