The Towers of Tuscany

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Religion and Spirituality  |  House: Booksie Classic


The courtisan's hips swoon

To the tune of a soft summer breeze.

An umbrella twirls in the sleaze.

Cat calls,

Entangled cobbled streets with market stalls.

Church-spires,

neath a sky blue sapphire.

Heaven lives above a ruby red pool of desire.

Blood drips from her lip,

its from being bit.

her nose askew,

she's being hit.

Yet her eyes burn a powerful emerald green,

 a hanging Babylonian dream.

Lady, 

I am but a stray 

let's live day to day

lay with me until the first flowers of May.

 

 


Submitted: February 12, 2018

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bloodman

Nice poem, good work

Mon, February 12th, 2018 8:42am

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