Michael Griffiths
Rock n' Roll Doggie
?Canvas Light?
Kiss me under canvas light,
painting us in shards of white and yellow;
let me dive
into the purple pool
of your eye?
the colour bouncing off
the ever-changing ripples
in our tides.
Lead me through the undergrowth
of a masquerading garden,
to where your foliage
becomes wild,
thick with curiosity and purity,
to where we get lost
in our own shadows.
Bring me down this way,
under the beat of your lashes,
where the light seeps out
from within you?-
lead me to a valley
where your lips tremble,
and your smile begins to form
its own canvas light.
This is an old poem of mine. It's kind of cheesy, but I still like something about it. Call me crazy!
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The Tempest
Kiss me under canvas light,
painting us in shards of white and yellow;
let me dive
into the purple pool
of your eye?
the colour bouncing off
the ever-changing ripples
in our tides.
Lead me through the undergrowth
of a masquerading garden,
to where your foliage
becomes wild,
thick with curiosity and purity,
to where we get lost
in our own shadows.
Bring me down this way,
under the beat of your lashes,
where the light seeps out
from within you?-
lead me to a valley
where your lips tremble,
and your smile begins to form
its own canvas light.
This is an old poem of mine. It's kind of cheesy, but I still like something about it. Call me crazy!
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The Tempest