Between the fountains of desire I walk a lonely, fragile road Touched by hundred eyes of fire Wasted dreams do not reload.
All flesh is yearning for relief Am i the slave of my damnation? Forgiveness can´t be my belief Within my womb lies my salvation.
love the inner rhythm of both your poems & the picture it paints -
the fountains of desire - eyes of fire
you’ve brought a very unique & fresh picture of the courtesan with a touch of irony:
‘Within my womb lies my salvation.’
delicately handled & well expressed!
thank you for your charming comment.. i am happy to see i have been understood in the way i intented to be.
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July 2nd, 2009 at 1:50 am
love the inner rhythm of both your poems & the picture it paints -
the fountains of desire - eyes of fire
you’ve brought a very unique & fresh picture of the courtesan with a touch of irony:
‘Within my womb lies my salvation.’
delicately handled & well expressed!
July 2nd, 2009 at 8:04 am
thank you for your charming comment.. i am happy to see i have been understood in the way i intented to be.