In this moment, I am alive again
This moment when She enters the room
A whisper that becomes a caress
Sweet words that bind me
She is stern serenity
A merciful Goddess
Once I sought escape
No longer
All roads lead inevitably to her
I am eternally grateful
I see the purity in her eyes
And I am lost
She raises her hand to me
Whether to praise or punish me, I do not care
I am Hers
Monday, October 19, 2009
Poetry from a prospective sub
The following poem was sent to me by a prospective sub I have been speaking with. I thought this was so nice that I wanted to share it with my blog readers, with his permission of course.
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This is such pleasant prose. It is easy to feel that the poet is sincere in his words and is in the right place. Very nice and thanks for sharing.
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