Why would you be <br />all I am <br />if not carved from <br />temptations shaking hands. <br /> <br />Who moulded all thoughts, <br />so like mine, <br />dragging me from self misery <br />into desire. <br /> <br />Lust gently cradles reason, <br />then snaps it's neck, <br />and in those stormy heartbeats <br />sheds no tears. <br /> <br />Pinned upon these pages <br />lay butterflies <br />of once glorious dreams <br />left to die. <br /> <br />You are my pyre of music <br />I burn to devour, <br />sweet, sacred words drip from lips <br />that are my bower. <br /> <br />I know what vision you hunger, <br />it also belongs to me, <br />I reach for your constellation <br />and just breathe. <br /> <br />27/7/08<br /><br />Viola Grey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/come-find-me-4/
