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Canadian Storyteller Karen Godson My Story Poems of Desire Poems from a Broken Heart If... Evolving Soap Box Reader's Reviews Picture This!




The Keep



Untouchable fortress

stoic and steadfast

rising hard and cold

from the soft, plush mound

beneath you;

you remain so guarded,

not realizing

that the safety you seek

is found not in your armour

but in My arms.

 

 

 



Pressed Flower

I pressed a flower to my lips
and closed my eyes;
imagined your mouth
caressing mine;
inhaled the fragrance,
made a mental note
that you smell better
than any rose
that ever tickled my nose,
or rosehips
that ever graced these lips.
You feel better than any velvet petal
on satin skin.
You taste better
than the sweetest honey
there has ever been.
And your name in my ears
sounds better than
the birds at sunrise,
as dark disappears.
When I pressed this flower
to my mouth,
I thought I'd like
to guide it South,
to come to rest
on mounds moist with dew,
and imagined its gentle
caresses were you.