Had I Not Your Heart

12 Dec


Had I not the spittle of your kiss,
‘ere, I’d be the crest of a desert dune,
fated only with wind as my master,
and loathe of the sun’s searing heat.

Had I not the milking of your touch,
‘ere, I’d be waylaid among brambles,
withered and wasted, laid upon thorns,
calling for the moon to bid me grace.

Had I not the sentience of your gaze,
‘ere, I’d be undone, a stone grave statue,
taunted with beauty beyond my reach,
e’er devoid of mind, having no muse.

Had I not the warm breath of your sigh,
‘ere, I’d be brittle, as aged, dry wood,
cracked and rotted, alive but unaware,
left here to live out my days in shadow.


Posted by on December 12, 2015 in My Poetry



2 responses to “Had I Not Your Heart

  1. Tiegan

    December 12, 2015 at 11:40 pm

    Your language is refreshing.

    Liked by 1 person


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