I'm in love with a woman named Earth.
Her cool breath tickles as she whispers bitter secrets sweetly on my neck, as fickle as she may be. It may be she's a blessing or maybe a curse. Maybe she loves me back, maybe its imagination. But infatuation has taken control of my whole world and ol girl got me contemplating her natural silhouette against the skyline. She pulls me closer.Her time is slower than my lines.So to tease, I lower my tempo, but to tempt? No, she likes when I take risks. Like attempting to go fly, or stealing a kiss.She don't say much, but when she does its profound. My sighs are soothed by the sound of her rhythm. Those bright blue eyes hypnotize me if I let em. Sedimentary love affairs embedded in orbit with planetary dreams. When we're alone, so still, it seemsit must end, as all dreams will.But for now I know Earth loves me back because I tell her how I feel.
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tretre says: I truly like this poem. When i read " She don't say much, but when she does it's profound" My connect i had with this verse is, I thought about how, the earth is being destroyed by environmental things, Global warming, etc. Then i thought about what happened In japan, with the tsunami killing 19,000 people, which was so devastating, So your verse " She don't say much, but when she does it's profound." Is what i honestly thought when i read that. Truly a great poem! |
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2b2b2 says: Fabulous Work.....Bravo....thanks for sharing....ONE |
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The Immortal Wize says: Briilliant! |
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EarthI'm in love with a woman named Earth. Her cool breath tickles as she whispers bitter secrets sweetly on my neck, as fickle as she may be. It may be she's a blessing or maybe a curse. Maybe she loves me back, maybe its imagination. But infatuation has taken control of my whole world and ol girl got me contemplating her natural silhouette against the skyline. She pulls me closer.Her time is slower than my lines.So to tease, I lower my tempo, but to tempt? No, she likes when I take risks. Like attempting to go fly, or stealing a kiss.She don't say much, but when she does its profound. My sighs are soothed by the sound of her rhythm. Those bright blue eyes hypnotize me if I let em. Sedimentary love affairs embedded in orbit with planetary dreams. When we're alone, so still, it seemsit must end, as all dreams will.But for now I know Earth loves me back because I tell her how I feel. |
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