Drinking Under the Moon

"Poetry and hums aren't things which you get, they're things which get you. All you can do is go where they can find you" – A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh

Fumbling on my Heartstrings

Fumbling on my heartstrings,

The notes you play are dull –

They pierce the air like wasp stings

That wakes me from my lull.

I want you to excite me

To prod my sleeping soul,

Spontaneously free me

From this unexciting droll.


Melt my heart of wax

So it burns all my insides

A hellish loving act

As natural as the tides.

Placate my fiery spirit

With hot and breathy words,

Giving my veins a love hit

With your touch that is my herbs.


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This entry was posted on September 11, 2013 by in Poetry and tagged , , , , , .
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