The trees bare branches,
Like shadows
In the liquid silver moonlight.
Our breath-
Hot like burning coals
Sears skin
Where lips touch flesh.
The history
In fingers that trace a path
Of transgression,
Across me and the decades.
Primal instinct,
Realised and given life.
In you
There is something,
That wakes
The Wild in me.
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Nice piece of writing.
Really liked that ending.
Thank you! Its very kind of you to comment- this is my first piece of poetry since I was at school and I was quite nervous about showing anybody (which I why I signed up here!?)! Thank you again for taking the time to read it.
You’re quite welcome, & in the right place. Poets here are generally easy to interact with. Which is why I love it here so much.
Feel free to read/comment on whatever you like here. I’m sure you’ll fit in just fine.