Your love, you said
was fatal
it engulfed its recipients,
sucked them in.
Your passion, you said
was furious
a tempest,
with static electric fingertips.
Your lust, you said
was intoxicating
the dependable trickster
left them in ruins.
My lust, I said
was bottle bred
my passion, I said
was momentary.
But my love, I said
was you
© 2009 Florence Challender
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A collection of all my poetry from the last two years. Your feedback is most welcome, as are links to your own works, so feel free to comment. Enjoy! Also- would like to thank my fans for the brilliant, supportive comments and following- let's bring poetry into the limelight again!
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"I can never get people to understand that poetry is the expression of excited passion, and that there is no such thing as a life of passion any more than a continuous earthquake, or an eternal fever. Besides, who would ever shave themselves in such a state?"
-Lord Byron
-Lord Byron
"Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before."
-Edgar Allan Poe
-Edgar Allan Poe
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I like this, thank you for sharing
ReplyDeleteYour poems are really good. Every choice of words, just perfect. Very emotional, very volatile poem
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