Immaculate

White light, bright night, send me a nightmare

Send me poison that heats the air 

Send me crazy poets in the coldest season

Send me weakness, reason and treason 

Red wine, white wine

Show me them pure eyes 

Show me all truth without the lies

And break the heart of mine 

Show me virtue among the sin

The walls are closing deep within 

And I can't find another way

But to be saved from my own dismay

Show me the red across her lips

Show me oceans waving with hips

And the soothing warmth of them thin arms

For my heart tames what she alarms

For I sing her as a song

and I fear that I am wrong

For invading her air, for being there

For tying my heart to her soft hair

I fear not to admit

To the ashes of the cigarette

That she revives my heart

A true divine art

White night, bright light, I still don't dare

To satin it white dress of her 

and I don't need them arms of mine

If replacing her hand with whiskey and wine

Yet I fear to soil

I fear to spoil

I fear more to expect

Perhaps unpure but immaculate

Author's Note

Reviews are welcome

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Always a pleasure trip into your words with your poetry.
"I fear not to admit
To the ashes of the cigarette
That she revives my heart
A true divine art"
I like the lines above. Certain people can revive hope and dreams. We need them near. I like the thoughts and the ending. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Taino]

Memories triggering other memories, some of hope, some of despair. Love your poem, powerful, & profound.

[Latifa]

I like the rythme in this beautiful work of poetry .

[M.Kilani]

Thank you for your kind words Latifa, I'm glad you like it.

[TL Boehm]

highly lyrical - would make a wonderful song. send me wild poets. that is a stellar line.