The throes of broken lovers
unfold before the light
only when it's dark; late, late, late at night!
Luminous orbs weep
pearlescent tears drip.
Ink on pargmen drops; indigo steeped, deep.
Listen well into the night
the myriads of wrenched souls moan
sax and fiddles serenading: "You are not alone!"
<Deleted User> (19913)
Wed 27th Feb 2019 10:22
Mae, this is far from a corny love ode. It's complex, intricate and beautiful.
Thanks Kate!
I'm not a fan of sticky love poetry but sometimes a girl can't help herself ?
Thanks for reading!!
Mae
<Deleted User> (19913)
Wed 27th Feb 2019 09:09
Glorious words sticky with lost love
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Mae Foreman
Wed 27th Feb 2019 10:36
Thank you so much Kate! It was written late, late, late at night ?