Allan Farran

Rookie - 57 Points (08/11/61 / Darwen, Lancashire)

Three Syllables - Poem by Allan Farran

Just a group of words,
like ' I hate you, I love you'.
Looking for a sign or sound,
three syllables.
Like just a word,
three syllables.

It leaves me hazy,
leading me stir-crazy.
This instinct, this thought
of something forbidden.

Searching for that rhythmic sequence
which I will not take.
Now I leave with respect intact!
And with honour I bestow.

I've undressed you,
I've devoured you.
I've walked the tight-rope,
between love and desire.
This I will never tyre.

Viewing from a distance,
I've seen your movement like dance.
Floating about,
within this mantra like dream.
Whilst unable to look,
leaving me with sleep to dream you.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 21, 2012

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