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Lips Whisper Before the hearth the heat of swaying blaze in silent softness life seeks to escape Love lingers there among the lace and haze when truth becomes one of two in its shape Then lips will whisper words that echo sound the age-old search for love begins again as curves seek the rhythms more than profound forever weaves as passion’s reign is fain Upon the linin bed that virtue claims and even now your fingers weave my sighs when twilight stars romance our very names indelible memory never dies |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Ellen K Lewis On Date: 2012-07-07 12:48:33
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Cheyenne,
I admire your style and the way you 'weave' your words. I know you put alot of your life into your work and that is awesome.
Having said that, I must admit this piece was hard to read. I had to reread it and put each stanza into place in my mind, trying to carry the thoughts over to the next....In the end I am still not sure how they all fit. Sorry...I think I missed something. But I wanted to express how I feel about it and I hope you dont mind.
~smile? hope so!
Ellen