death/love

Last Dance

Submitted by Madeline on Tue, 10/11/2011 - 18:10

You stare at me with brooding eyes

While mine are thick with tears

Slowly, your arm secures my waist

Supporting all my fears

 

Your hand finds mine

The fingers twine

You pull them to your breast

 

Our breaths are matched

The love is hatched 

With pounding of our chests

 

I realize that we have no time

But you treat it like we do

I decide I will not protest

And speak my love for you

 

You return

The kindred words

As we shuffled forth

 

Hylas and the water Nymph

Submitted by Idhrenniel on Tue, 08/10/2010 - 20:57

 

A summers eve was warm with wind,

Yet in the water swamps, forbid

Young Hylas did pace by the bank

With but a small clay water tank

 

A whisper was along the breeze,

But nothing of this did he foresee

When bending down to fill his tank

Without a word, it suddenly sank

 

A silvery lighted arm arose

Along with it, sweet lips of rose