Ensnaring—
Roots hold me fast but
I lean my desecrations:
solace in her arms
©2009 j.a.o.a.
I lean my desecrations:
solace in her arms
©2009 j.a.o.a.
Ensnaring—
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Tags: Fantasy
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
jaoa’s Poems (8)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Black Widow | 0 | 02/19/2009 |
| Time Clock | 0 | 02/18/2009 |
| Ensnaring— | 0 | 02/17/2009 |
| Bated Breath— | 1 | 02/17/2009 |
| Conch— | 0 | 02/14/2009 |
| Blushing Heels— | 1 | 02/11/2009 |
| No Matter How Pious | 0 | 02/10/2009 |
| Budding Fem-- | 1 | 02/10/2009 |
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