by Hilda Greenhough |
Categories:
love, war,
Yield? Not to you, I certainly won't.
I'll parry on hot coals, I'll lunge to your affront.
Succumb? I'll not breathe your air of lies,
Since no honeyed sweetness makes me compromise.
Supplicate? Then throw down your armor at will.
Once freed from this battle, you will be my love still.
by James Peranteau |
Categories:
love, passion,
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Tenderly I touched you
with whispers from
my lips
Entering the depths
Of your heart
so I wished
And suddenly you
Kissed me
as my wish subsists
and earth spins
and the soles of my feet
supplicate
yes to make humble
request
for the lodge
yes
to come to rest
and firmly stick