Poem -
my drunken antics.
I guess my drunken antics
Won't fly me to Paris
You never did taste spring
Within my kiss, upon My lips
Your flesh against the tide,
to rise in me
Like ash within the storm
we were nothing more than a fire
where once burnt desire
hold me a while
before you go,
I fear I'm falling,
like flakes of snow
with nowhere near to go.
nardine Sanderson 27/06/2015.
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Comments
Beautiful...
Beautifully Written
Thank you phillip and Graham :) , I should write when drunk more often lol glad you both liked it xox much love nardine.
A typical writing Nardine, realistic, but at the same time navigating this sea that represent the dreams. Ashes in the storm, were how petals in the wind, seeds within the desire burning yesterday. A hug, I loved the poem, I already have one for the collection.
Thank you my dear friend VVLL :) you always make me smile xox
Much appreciated sweetie pie, nardine xox
I am so pleased you are here with us on cosmofunnel xox