maybe inside i am crimson


You are near to my heart and dear to my heart
But seldom inside it my beloved.

There stands no lack of love with this-
Just some organs ungloved enough now.
Just the joy of being about this other place...
This infinite space before me unshadowed and
Pale with past rooms faded to unfathomables.

Don't want to tear me to your quicknesses-
We are already near and dear and far away
Forever together... do stop it!
I will not have blood boil!
I must have it sanguine
Drop by drip.

Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2012-06-07 at 23:49

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Beautifully written - one I can really come to savour.

Poppy ~xx~

Hans Bump
Ah how beautifully you slash and sooth. Your writing often seems a sublime mixture of dangerousness and a gentle voice luring us to peek at what's waits around the corner. That's quite a skill and an art. And you share your emotions and experience so eloquently. I'm a fan

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
"Do stop it!" This is wonderful, Linda. It shows why you are one of the gems amid all the sap which oozes around here.

I'm not often stunned into reading something again and again not only because I relate to it completely but because it is expressed so prefectly. I do often read a poem and look for the lines that don't ring true, words that are false notes . . . there are none here. I obviously can't say that this is the best you've ever written, but it is the best I've ever read of you.

I am very touched by this piece Jenks :) especially today in this frame of mind thank you for sharing