#bower
Pride designed a precious bower
Granting each discarded scrap
The illusion of creative power
Whatever’s found he will devour
And shape to his mind’s map
Pride designed a precious bower
Now his lover he will shower
With refuse in a shiny wrap:
The illusion of creative power
Is she wooed by his false flower?
Will glamour be her trap?
Pride designed a precious bower
Or will her feelings remain dour?
Knowing he can only tap
The illusion of creative power
Leaving him to hunt and scour
The world for his stopgap
Pride designed a precious bower
The illusion of creative power
Aug 20, 2024
Aug 20, 2024 at 2:29 PM UTC
Because You Came to Me
by Michael R. Burch
Because you came to me with sweet compassion
and kissed my furrowed brow and smoothed my hair,
I do not love you after any fashion,
but wildly, in despair.
Because you came to me in my black torment
and kissed me fiercely, blazing like the sun
upon parched desert dunes, till in dawn’s foment
they melt, I am undone.
Because I am undone, you have remade me
as suns bring life, as brilliant rains endow
the earth below with leaves, where you now shade me
and bower me, somehow.
Keywords/Tags: Love, compassion, tenderness, kisses, melt, melting, sun, rain, bower, shelter, comfort, refuge, home, union
Apr 1, 2020
Apr 1, 2020 at 9:50 PM UTC
I have always loved you
because you are Jace Wayland
I found the sincerest thoughts
from every word you've said.
Transparent
is what you have always been.
May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 2:03 PM UTC