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Poems and Poetry: A glare of Pure Gold

Updated on April 11, 2014

A Glare of Pure Gold

My eyes drank in her precious beauty

Each move I made was accompanied

By the imagined voices

Some whispering warnings

Some beckoning me softly

I wanted to consume her

Just as a flame consumed

The source of its fuel

I felt it was appropriate that we

Die in each other’s arms and

Go up in the smoke of demanding passion

But finally the warning voices dominated.

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      Senoritaa 5 years ago

      Another beautiful poem.

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