Treasure Island

Brent Terry


The sight of you can overwhelm,
And scarce can take you in.
Amid treacherous climate and season short,
You’re cast in front of me.
The want to lie down inside of you,
And soak you from within.
Privately mine for this one moment,
Away from all to see.

The sight of you.
The season is short.
Wildflower, you are inside of me.

Its good how bad I find you can,
Tempt me to my knees.
Each timely visit the reminder comes.
Do not forget your spoils.
Closer I get and scent’s you make
To the senseless side of me.
Dangerously you delicately work,
To take away my troubles.

The sight of you.
The season is short.
Wildflower, you are inside of me.

Submitted: Thursday, December 06, 2007
Edited: Thursday, April 28, 2011
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  • Thad Wilk (12/6/2007 10:15:00 PM)

    A unique and finely penned write, Thanks for sharing! ! *10*! ! !
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