The wine with its grace
purifies my grief.
When in bed, the two candlesticks
are the flames of your very eyes.
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This is wonderful poetry, the phrasing the metaphors are perfect. Thank you Bob
i like these lines: - 'Bare bosom you entered my dream (no, it’s not a dream, I said) Aphrodite then you pull me up to dance with, young for ever, vertical and horizontal; in the end you award me a price, the fragrant juice of your beauty, to get me drunk on your other table. ' -so brilliant....as writer
Never! never! have i related to to words such as yours! ` you have grabbed, taken, enslaved my being
You write so beautiful, you have a great talent with words. This poem is lovely. Hugs, Donna
thickly knitted descriptive poem...wonderfully crafted...very very good poetry indeed.
nicely written, and what dreams you must have, I bet they are just terrific, you express them very well keep up the great work. Harry
it's like reading a classical poet...you are one, indeed!
another great poem. Good job