The writings of Oddpoet

My bed is call­ing my name
In var­i­ous lan­guages
Visual delights of soft­ness
Accost my ears
And flesh
Bit­ing the sights of sup­ple wonder

I am tired

I am lost in the promise
Of can­dle­light flames
Danc­ing across vehe­ment intru­sion
Behind my eyes
Burn­ing away reluc­tance
The lack of accep­tance
For here
I dream freely

Satin sheets
Wrap warmth about the room
Singing songs
To stop time
For all eter­nity
The air is sweet
As sweet as the dew
Licked from heav­enly sleep­ing bodies

Shal­low breath
Stirs rhyme with its rhythm
Echoes through golden cor­ri­dors of sleep
Per­fect cham­bers embrace
The petals scat­tered softly
At my feet
I step on none
In my ascent into the paradox

Light breezes soothe
Yet né’er to cap­ture atten­tion
Only a mere wisp
Of chest­nut locks fallen across the eye
Of yearn­ing
Can cause dis­tur­bance
Dis­rupt the glance into forever

I beg of dreams
To find me
Plead at the feet of wan­der­ing
To turn back
And brush petals across my lips
To tem­per the alarm

I lie silent

©Jen2010 6–27

Tags: Dreams, eternity, Maiden

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