Thursday, 13 June 2013

Sometimes I Write Poetry...

Goddess (She Knows Not)


Alas we are so far adrift

Lost am I to consummate

In this life, such lust

Clear and true as the call to prayer

Evoking highest calling.


Hunger for the fruits of our love

Arduous waiting abates it not

Deliberate is my torment

Dire are the consequences

Of you, yet I muse.

Come to me, Oh Goddess of Arts

Kiss me, to damn us both.



Copyright A.Biggins/18.7.2011

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