I miss putting my hands all over you. I miss putting my lips on your parts And when I blow You you let out the sweetest sounds. Your curves are just perfect. Even the way your body glistens in the light is beautiful. There isn’t any others like you.
You are broken now. Many years of neglect. You’re drying up and it’s my fault. You don’t hold up like you used to.
Flute Elegant, fragile Captivating, enticing, comforting Cleansing your soul, intensify your spine Alluring, controlling, compelling Powerful, sophisticated Saxophone
I wanted to create something different, so I decided to give a diamante poem a try. Perhaps not the best, but it sure was a lot of fun. I play both flute and saxophone, so I thought it was a great idea to "compare" them, in this kind of poem.
Tethered at the end with no hope to amend seduced each other to appease your love flow in me with ease Darling, don't look back on you The days when the rainbow was lifeless The ultraviolet was in hues of grey The sunrise reflected back on the skies The multitude of sorrowful rainy clouds All cried out and behind our front My soul laid and screamed aloud
NOW The shell of the loneliness undone Chase of the summerly winds donned The day beckoned with clarity All hate erased, our love not charity Un-crippled chase, the healed ails Un-rippled wavelets,currents and sails
THEN I unmask the casket Claim the frozen confusion called life On this walls are our sacred scripts The prints that reads indelible Of how our love nurtures the nests