Without
the throbs and fumbles
within this bright red throne
upon which sit love
and peace and human virtue
without which, connection
would collapse
smiles would fade
and glows would dim
beat on, we scream,
never stopping
bring us hands to hold
and souls to match
without fail or prompt
the throbbing continues
pumping adrenaline
and pulsing spirit
feeding love and peace
and smile and glow
and hands and souls
without consent.
8 comments:
I like that one a lot.
Keep it up.
probably the best poem ive ever heard ever.
Lovely- and intense!
What anonomus #1 said...me gusta mucho
i got shivers
Very nice!
I'm always so happy when I see a new poem up, and I'm never disappointed. :)
I have been reading your poetry for a while, and this is one of my favorites. I especially like the last stanza. Keep it up!
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