Photo By Anna
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Sailing into your chest,
the white ship of my body
parts
the sun-struck water
of your skin
You are the firehose
on my burning deck,
the radar,
in my fog,
the compass
in my starless night...
You are the prow
of Columbus' ship
kissing the lip
of the new world
(C) Anna
Monday Poetry Train
the white ship of my body
parts
the sun-struck water
of your skin
You are the firehose
on my burning deck,
the radar,
in my fog,
the compass
in my starless night...
You are the prow
of Columbus' ship
kissing the lip
of the new world
(C) Anna
Monday Poetry Train
10 kommentarer :
Love your closing lines:
'You are the prow
of Columbus' ship
kissing the lip
of the new world'
Your He-Man is a bold explorer.
Wonderful poem..
a single thought
Love the photograph and the image of your words!
Peace,
JP/deb
@ Julia Smith: I promise you, he is! ;)
This is amazing! I love your metaphors and the last lines are particularly powerful. A beautiful poem!
Just ... big smiles. :D
It's so hard to come up with fresh metaphors for love but you managed it here! Wonderful writing!
Bare en ting å si = vakkert
Excellently done, especially at the end. A great image.
Love’s images seem to take shape intuitively through out, transmitting intense, elusive sensations.I loved it.The photograph is great.Give us more.
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