Untitled VI
A Poem
Charming is the blankest smile
Slightly dizzy, hold my hand
Fear me not, finest sand
Fear me not, the pulse quickened
B'neath flesh's tender touch is palm
Where no scepter sits
Yet breath awaits.
Oh dear touch, back away
Let light fit in
For one way or the other
Sleep takes hold
Grace is a fold in your arms.
Oh, whispering winds
Won't you save me
No pantomime allowed
Unsweet dialogue
Sweet sleep for me
Sink or swim for you
Yet hear me not.
The flesh runs dry
Touch will be your last bargain
Only light may, only might may.
From Poems I, by Lisa A Lachapelle, Indie Published:
By Lisa Lachapelle, Writer, Author. More of her work here and here.
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Canuck Scriber Lisa Lachapelle
Vocal Top Story 13 times + Awesome Story 2X. Author of Award Winning Novel Small Tales and Visits to Heaven XI Edition + books of poems, etc. Also in lit journal, anthology, magazine + award winning entries.
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