I know where beauty’s secrets lie.
We dance to whispers in her bed.
Dismiss, resist the fears that I
might be misled.
I know where beauty’s secrets fly
with fairy wings around my head.
And in the sky, we wave goodbyes
like newlyweds.
I know why beauty’s secrets cry.
She seals them up when she instead
should loose the thread that keeps them tied
to senseless dread.
And to her secrets I reply,
my heart has burst from what you’ve said.
The pieces rise like butterflies
that I have bled.







I like how you weaved this poem. Like an adult fairy tale. Beautiful
Thank you, Fia! It means a lot to me when you like my stuff!
This is no secret… you just proved once and for all you are the Queen of sensual poetry … I humbly kneel under your feet
The queen prefers you under something other than her feet..
Probably under her car as she drives over me..
Your sensual poems always have an emotional thread attached you can’t miss.
But at the same time, this seems deeper. I get the feeling age is starting to creep up. Not wanting it to deliver its truth, she tries to seal it up. Weird, I know, but I see multiple meanings.
I love the depth of your interpretations. There are indeed several layers. Your comments are awesome!
xoxo
Hoi hoi
I think you just proeve that with one stroke of your ‘pen’, that you can make
Beautiful
Sensual
And hopeful
Writes.
I love it to bits.
Kind regards, Gus
Thank you so much for this, Gus!
Hoi hoi
I think you just proved that with one stroke of your ‘pen’, that you can make
Beautiful
Sensual
And hopeful
Writes.
I love it to bits.
Kind regards, Gus
Thanks double!!
This is probably the most loving poem I’ve read.
Thank you so much, Adira. It means a lot. That’s amazing…
You’re very welcome. You’re very talented. I enjoy reading you.
You are an amazing inspiration!