poem....maybe...

[saffronfrancisburnet]

to all
and more....


incarcerate, to dictate whose body
would you choose.
not gravel from ground,under skin
from tears.
yet a balance to reveal.
only lavish eyes,tongues so wide.
To lick the inner peace...

what willing roots do we unearth.
not to mention, friuts that fall...
but soul inhailed,to spike a heart,
for you..me..who?
so believe ,or not. inner views
can twist you.
In two, mind blown outbursts,
soul unnerved for who...

A heart, that life of lies. drink
now and deep ,you,
have a path,within the tranquil
waves,a danger in you.
transparent quilt,the worlds afire..
only for you..
take hold the vessel,climb high the
hill,past me ,past you..
the whole life,each drop of air...
to taste for us each day...

to you i say,be whole,be free
to be you to be me....
but watch ,see the cost,it ends
our world in greed.....
so body longs groans for peace.
what power shall they send....
to free the human,soul caught
high...
mind blown gone....heart left aside.
yet togetherness is in the words..
we,you me....


thank you
love n peace from saff

[Lozi]

my brain is kinda dead at the moment so i only vaguelly get bits of this poem. it seems in an impressionistic style and presents to me snapshots of images....eg.'gravel from ground,under skin
from tears.'-that made me imagine, in my mind, somebody lying on a gravel drive in front of a house with a white door that looks really expensive and posh. the person on the gravel is semi naked and red raw and with dried tears on their dead cheeks....

bit of a morbid interpretation of that bit!

[saffronfrancisburnet]

hi there

thank you for this picture....

no not morbid,but what all people go through
life.........

love npeace fromsaff

[Rafaela]

I really enjoyed that, brilliantly written