Words roll in never ending waves <br />from shores of oceans long lost <br />from minds of all. <br />Tongues like yours carry a sentence <br />of death for we whom <br />crawl at your feet. <br />Queen of pain that renders sight <br />outrageously sane sipping wine. <br />Firm is firm in the voice I hear call <br />your name fleet is your foot standing <br />upon my back wresting your joys in <br />hand firm such grip gently applied <br />in times of need lost in washed agony.<br /><br />Is It Poetry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/if-i-do-it-you-can-t-tell/
