You my dear love, like a sceptic shock
entered my limbs and gave me a
a wasted kiss.
A lazy embrace which lay stretched
like hollow streets, hyper, hypnotic I ran
towards those sepia streets.
Time didn’t freeze, as it never does,
Yes! Sun will be the Moon tomorrow;
never doubt what the blind women say.
Wind withers on letting her raven hairs
down, making way for that barefooted
dreary dawn.
To descend coyly in the wedding gown
and embrace the Sun and the Sewage;
You and me in it’s sandy shroud.
A touch of the gothic and the romantic in this poem, Tanya. ❤
Drac, I was reading Charles Baudelaire when I wrote this poem, hence the poem!
That would explain it all right. 🙂
The gothic and the romantic.
He is one of my favorites!
Love it 😊
Thanks you so much for stopping by, appreciate it ❤️
So love this gothic and decrypt love
Thanks for stopping by and sharing your insight Shantanu, truly appreciate it!
My absolute pleasure. Love your writing style
That’s really kind of you Shantanu!
🌸
My absolute pleasure
I love the febrile imagery and syntax of this: it shakes up the morning —
I’m glad John you liked it, I like gothic poetry with dark themes. I was read Baudelaire and this idea came about 🤔
never read Baudelaire; will look him up this arvo and try a few in translation; don’t think my High School French will suffice 🙂
I enjoy his poems a lot along with stories by Guy de Maupassant , I also read translations. I only took two French classes …😑 in my life.
Loved this one!
I’m glad, thank you for your kindness!
nice one..
Thanks for stopping by, much appreciate it 🙂
You left me languidly delightfully
hanging off every word, Tanya 💝
I’m glad my words could do that 🙂
Appreciate your kind comments, David.
I have to say you have a way with words, ma’am. 🙂
Thank you very much for your encouraging words, much appreciate it.
You’re very welcome!
Thanks!
You’re welcome, again 😂
🙏
🙂
Hope I haven’t bothered you. I tend to be overly talkative.
That’s fine, no worries 🙂
Do anyone mind reading my stories I’m new on word press