Damask Rose Poem by Poetheart Morgan

Damask Rose

Rating: 5.0


your thighs are absurdly
Nervous
insinuating my Rest

Your lap is Insidiously
Serene, my late-night

Margin of my poetry

but what really glows
on your track

When You arise

Is

some scent of damask rose

Disloyal

the end of all my poetry

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
poetry, damask rose, love, divert attention, scent of woman.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Poetheart Morgan 01 April 2013

Dear LA LA LA LA, it seems that my poem is even very difficult to entender. So i'll give you some tips. Just do not complain because the explanation can be very Dangerous! As you know, when us poets write, we can be several people, an animal or a wall, in this particular case is a man. That speaks of his beloved. A poet who loses all his strength and poetry when feels her smell. The master word here is Scent of Woman. It is the desire and the rest but also him damnation. See, how danger it is! Thanks for you comment.

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Leslie Philibert 30 March 2013

not sure that thighs can be nervous....

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