Whistle Tempt

Whistle Tempt

A Poem by Andrew

How tender can the darkness get,
delighted now with stars that met?
Through beaming eyes with shadows worn,
will sew together scarlet torn.

What whispers sweet vulgarity?
Lips of red now taunting me.
Do I dare seek out what lies beneath,
or drown myself in River Lethe?

Beauty of the spoiled path,
a love disguised as boiling wrath!
Could she be serenity?
O wretched heart! O wretched me!

© 2012 Andrew

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