Numeracy
poem by:
Edouard Ligand
Written
on Mar 06, 2015
To coddle warm in linen invited Sweet scent sets words in order, delightful Frisson to hairs, follicles incited by Fingertips drag, sullen yet sensual But like dawn's unruly bed I'm untidy, unmade Not quite shamed by lust, yet quickly undone By failure of memories, the failure to fade My pen writes the tally, as two equals none.
Tags: love, pain,
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Lef Turner commented:
Nice! I like your style dude.
Q. Ramirez
commented:
Meaningful and imaginative. Great poem. I've read all your posted works you are very deep especially in your use of words and I like that. I want to see more. Thanks.
