My virgin word,
Wrought on an even keel
An even temper
An even
Center
Folding beneath the wind
your WINGS
Darling
I am the unicorn of myth and fable so
Lay my bones upon your
Table
Darling
And you can be my Columbine,
My tragedy of wicked times,
My trick and treat,
My honeycomb,
And I shall be your stepping stone
6 comments:
If I sound at all patronising then forgive me. It is only that you have improved beyond measure and that fact takes my breath away. This is superb. Succinct, aimed like a dagger to the heart. It really is rather splendid.
You've never come across as patronizing ^_^ Thank you very much.
love it!
I like it. ;-)
Thanks, you guys ^_^ I've been gone a long time lol
I really enjoyed this poem.
Post a Comment