Field of Dreams

Shadows dancing
...become one

I see sunset on your flesh
I am rushing to your throne
You have found my crown of gems
"Take my soul"....i softly whimper in the wind

As I carve my name on your trapezius
My fingertips...burning red
I am tearing flesh....You're sculpting peaks drizzling kisses
tracing me

I've become drunk off your touch
Your lips I.... swear will take me to the gallows
And I am gasping for some air
.....through the fields of honeydew

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Perfect use of description.
"As I carve my name on your trapezius
My fingertips...burning red
I am tearing flesh....You're sculpting peaks drizzling kisses
tracing me"
You create place and vision of pure utopia. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Vatsal Rohilla (account..]

From the beginning till the end, your poem is all beautiful imagery. On the way the reader takes pleasure in enjoying the air full of love and emotions. A good read.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

really satisfying imagery in this piece...i like the use of eplipses...
and "your lips I...swear will take me to the gallows"
that breath for dramatic pause peaks the interest in the line.

[Lina Lotus]

Thanks jacob. I appreciate you constructive review.