A Medieval Love Verse

1 Comments

Tags:
  • Passion

    A Medieval Love Verse

     Cover her sweet breasts with blood red petals,

    Lay kisses upon her hot and fast
    to ruby mark that fair cast,

    Carry her far to lush green meadows
    and make for her a leafy bridal chamber,

    Fashion a gown of spun web silk, evoking soft sable sighs-

    Though she may weep, none may claim her,

    as purple shade fades to violet in pools of milk,
    Melodious moonsong sleeps fluttering eyes.

    Poem Comments

    (1)

    Please login or register

    You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
    leave comments/feedback and rate this poem.

    Login or Register

    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

    fritz1’s Poems (11)

    Title Comments Submitted
    Title Comments Submitted
    The Man who Lost His Place 0 08/31/2009
    Driver of the Universe 1 07/15/2009
    The Rose and the Thorn 0 07/15/2009
    An Ode to Beauty 1 08/31/2009
    A Medieval Love Verse 1 05/22/2009
    Green Dreams 1 05/22/2009
    Acapulco Nights 0 05/22/2009
    She's Gone 0 05/22/2009
    Bonnie Lass 0 05/22/2009
    Wails or the Death of Grunge 0 05/22/2009
    Tried to Fly 0 05/22/2009
    Top of Page