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I Can't Believe I can't believe how you tempt me with your sheet lightning eyes your rum coloured hair those lips that beckon me so. Yet still I answer your siren’s call To play with your flame to know your fire Knowing full well that it will burn my old world down to exhausted wicks To the absolute ending of ashes |
This Poem was Critiqued By: DeniMari Z. On Date: 2016-01-03 08:46:44
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
Amazing how simple words put together in just the right fashion bring out the soul of a writer with such beautiful imagery which makes a great poem.
Passion fuels this piece and your choice of words, i.e. sheet lighting eyes, rum colored hair, simply flow in the crux of this - the reason thus your second verse -
Truly poetic and unique ending - "burn my old world down to exhausted wicks"
One of your finest works,
blessings,
Deni