like this

the night
was cold
and dark
with out
an ember
or
a spark
just the
searing
light
of a
soaring
moon
a race
apart
a part
to face
must now
be played
as open
in the
cottage
door as
where turf
and talk
all
ensmoked
mix
you shot
me
through
the heart
with an
untender
kiss

like this



Poetry by Peter Humphreys The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2007-10-01 at 00:36

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Mark J. Wood
Better no kiss at all.

An untender kiss is,
However uncaring cold,
Something that never misses
Its red-surrounded gold.

Mark. (Just thought of that mid-comment so don't be harsh on the slush.)
2007-10-01


nature
wow this is really wow expressive i would say so greatly done
thanks for the great write
2007-10-01