Sunday, June 13, 2010

It matters not

It matters not where we shall meet
in a field or forest deep.
It matters not the time of day
morning sun or nighttime gray.

Perhaps we'll meet upon a beach
mingling skin of tan and peach.
Or in a castle dungeon dark
where hungry lips do leave their mark.

We could share the best of moods
you and me; a pair of nudes.
Sliding down a fall of blue
rolling in the morning dew.

It matters not where we shall meet
in a field or forest deep.
It matters not the time of day.
Time will slow as if at bay.

4 comments:

welcome to my world of poetry said...

A wonderful poem, the message came across and it was a pleasure to read.

Take care.
Yvonne.

Vivian said...

thank you, Yvonne.

F. Lupis said...

I really like the parallelism in between the first two verses of the first strophe and the first two of the last one, and the rymhes are really well-aimed.
I really like your poetry, even if i'm not english, i find it very light, impressive and deep. Like a caress of wind in a summer afernoon.

Hope you'll accept my compliments, and sorry for possibile writing errors...

Greetings.
F.L.

Vivian said...

Wow, F. Lupis....that is the best review, compliment I've had on here in a long time! You sure know poetry!.
Thank you!