Field Of Crimson Daffodils

Just is as it is.

Deep in fleshy part of the heart

where blood runs amok,

she is lost in dense forest of arteries

colliding with clueless branches

while echoing beat resounds

                                        

                                        Choking...

She see's daffodils swaying

in a story she had no part in

crimson daffodils fading

not yet quite diminished,

Where does virginity of love finish?

Snared in retina of his eye

blink and she slides to parallel world

of worded disguise

and she cries

           forbiddingly

scented promises are lullabies

cradling his skin

loved you since the beginning

when her heart took you in

Serve me up

          Lay me down

                    Shred every whisper

                              Banish lingering doubt

                                        Shroud me in mystery

                                                   Bind my head

                                                            Make not me a fool

                                                                      Settle this debt

                                                                                Allow me to regret

                                                                                         What I cannot Forget

Fashioned him a key

Welded in dark nights

Possession, possessed,

                            where she undressed in a field of crimson daffodils

                                                                         Swaying with her bloody sun.

Toss and turn but

twist me no more

in this house of cruel diversity

even out floor's

balance the walls

Bring back the sun so I cry no more.

Reviews

[spunkyleo]

the poem was amazing and i also really liked how you used the lines to create a staircase like figure that slowly creeps down into the next stanza.

[SHEEMA HUQ]

descriptive layerings of much wanted offerings, a fine format too, very nice work

[Eclipsing Moon]

extremely descriptive...bravo...

[Gandré]

wow.. this was the perfect BDSM poem.. I loved!
u mistress of dreams!!!

[TL Boehm]

Deep in fleshy part of the heart
where blood runs amok,
she is lost in dense forest of arteries
colliding with clueless branches
while echoing beat resounds

Choking...
SHEEEEEEESH.

[MOON]

Original piece of work , great lines allow me to regret , what I cannot forget.

[....]

Oh my goodness, I so love the depth in this write,
This is so amazing! Awesome write

[Kristallo]

Dark symbolism of love and loss. Beautifully written, I like the unique style you used here also. I especially liked the line, "scented promises are lullabies." It's as if she knows his comforting words are only that, with no merit, and she's waiting for the bitterness of reality to wake her up. Been there. Very meaningful and inspiring write. :)

[IvoryVine]

Innovative style! beautiful and intense! felt lie swimming in ocean of words! excellence

[M.D Leon]

there is no denying this piece has style, you take a gamble perhaps but come out triumphant, excellent piece.