April 05, 2008 (a)

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Exhaustion.
Sweeps over me
A powder of calming lavender,
And other herbs to induce my
Slumber.

Dreams.
Draw upon me
To drug my tired conscious,
Already slipping from knowing into
Night.

You part my hair
So gently with your fingers
And brush my cheek on the way
To my ear,
Where you softly whisper.

The passage paid into my head.

The soft embrace
Upon your bare chest.
My skin's pale cool
The stars' contrast.

The moon bidding two lovers into
Perfection. Everlasting being.





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ShernayB. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jan. 9, 2010 at 6:37 am
The way you write reminds me so much of Shakespeare. I can't quite put my finger on it, but your work sounds like Shakespeare's. That is a wonderful thing!! For Shakespeare's work is renowned and beautiful. Good job!!
 
despurlock This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Jan. 9, 2010 at 6:35 pm
Thank you so so soooo much that is wonderful compliment!!!!! Thank you so much for continuing to read my work and commenting, I really appreciate it!!! Happy writing :)
 
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