sniegas Posted January 7, 2012 Share Posted January 7, 2012 He loved your arms When they used to dance Setting the cups for a tea Painting his face Touching Touching Touching He loved your lips The way your words Emerge from your body The words – caressing, ticklish Or hard like the rain Your lips Inhaling an air Touching Touching Touching He loved your eyes most Closed or opened Searching and lost Fearful The eyes that he Touched Touched Touched --- Now he is kneeling And trying to feel - Hands, lips and eyes In the blossom of the flower - My poor, honey-scented Hyacinth! Ay, ay! * ------------- I hope you all know the story of prince Hyacinth and greek god Apollo who was his lover and who killed him unintentionally. I just tried to modify this myth a bit and make it somehow more ,,modern''. 7 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rei Posted January 7, 2012 Share Posted January 7, 2012 Awesome! I loved the poem, so so cool! *___* 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
zaidax Posted January 28, 2012 Share Posted January 28, 2012 i love it 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aoi Posted January 29, 2012 Share Posted January 29, 2012 I love it too! We have really good writers around here! 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sniegas Posted February 14, 2012 Author Share Posted February 14, 2012 Thank you very much;) Hmm. And there's another verse of this story. And another poem (if you can call it so) -------------- Always with you He was Riding together Hunting the hares and geese Carrying your arrows and bow For you he was picking Your spears Lucky and not Oh Hyacinth! And he Used to prepare the table Putting the bread and the wine For you both Smiling at him You would sit Listening to his harp Singing the songs and the hymns About the heroes and gods He used to send you to sleep Laying you down on the bed Made of the furs He himself Was guarding your sleep Sitting beside Playing so gently It seemed The music was born from the stars Not from the strings Always with you He was Your lover and friend Traveling with you When you used to leave The palace without any servants Asking only him to come With you Through the light and the darkness. * 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
1978 Posted October 22, 2012 Share Posted October 22, 2012 Wow... I do love it Thanks a lot, my dear ^_ 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sniegas Posted October 22, 2012 Author Share Posted October 22, 2012 Thank you for your support;) 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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