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mlayfield
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I'm thinking about trying to publish a poetry book, do I have the talent for it.
BORN TO BE
Born to be in motion
like poetry
written by a master
Prefected grace
caught
in sculpture
carved in flawless marble
Timeless beauty
polished
by loving hands
shines like a mirror
Harmony of spirit
sings like a melody
sung by angels
Mortal man
fades
but these things remain.
Second poem
YOUR EYES
How your eyes weave a spell
trapping me in a silken web.
Bound mesmerized in
silence
fettered by unseen chains
will less in your grasp
Your eyes glitter like
diamonds
cast on a field of black velvet.
I stand resonating to your
touch
prisoner to our joint desire.
Waiting hungrily for my
fulfillment
in the pools of your eyes.
BORN TO BE
Born to be in motion
like poetry
written by a master
Prefected grace
caught
in sculpture
carved in flawless marble
Timeless beauty
polished
by loving hands
shines like a mirror
Harmony of spirit
sings like a melody
sung by angels
Mortal man
fades
but these things remain.
Second poem
YOUR EYES
How your eyes weave a spell
trapping me in a silken web.
Bound mesmerized in
silence
fettered by unseen chains
will less in your grasp
Your eyes glitter like
diamonds
cast on a field of black velvet.
I stand resonating to your
touch
prisoner to our joint desire.
Waiting hungrily for my
fulfillment
in the pools of your eyes.