Stark Distillation
A slight departure from my more usual styles......
Stark Distillation
Wilt thou distill my bleating heart
To extract the spirit of love within?
Bottled in glass will it smell of pine
As just now it must within my breast
Take it then and rid me of its odour
Soured by the heat of your betrayal
Leave me no trace to fester as I sleep, but
Bury me deep that I might miss your vibrations
Consider only what takes your pleasure
Up a notch beyond that it ever found before.....
©Rhumour
July 24th 2009
Dave D Poet Rhumour
Fri 30th Mar 2012 23:54
Cheers Danny, thanks for commenting. :) Best wishes, Dave