Lord! What fools these mortals beA Poem by Helen WoodwardHeat a flame from loins prepared Boldly she admits she cared But suffer for their truth they must… In purple haze of light and trust… One fine day they’ll no doubt see What utter fools these mortals be… His sweet words and sighs come sailing On orange blossom breezes wailing A marriage destined in the lair They offer the exact same prayer For God in all his power and might To cleanse this union’s sorry plight Self-control no longer free Lord what fools these mortals be… The black of night awaits each day As depth of love survives the fray No discomfort between them now God’s imprint steady on her brow Each in solitary greed Libidos whisper want and need… The cold will cast no burdens thought As in their hollow web they’re caught All the while their life’s ambition The boudoir closeness, their condition Love becomes a huge production Open mouth‘s in clear seduction… She speaks his name with joyous tone Sits by her window thinking...alone Allowing the zephyr to soothe her limbs So much heat…she remembers him The tide in waves still comes and goes Their love a raging river flows And should a granted wish be free? © 2014 Helen Woodward |
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2 Reviews Added on May 4, 2014 Last Updated on May 4, 2014 AuthorHelen WoodwardAustraliaAboutAt times simply living is hard work. People around you are non-responsive and you feel like throwing in the towel. I have read and reviewed many on-line writers who have felt this way.. more..Writing
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