Parthenope

Soft the sound of you within my veins as deep as blood and twice as warm
Serenading me beyond the dreams of summer tides when night was born

Set upon my lips as if they were, by true default, yours to reclaim
The sound of every promise as a pen that only knows to write your name

Here all I can hear is but the cadence of your breathing by my side
Raptured by the vertigo, where long ago the words for “No” have died

So I linger longer in the chill of your ephemeral respite
Humming to your song, my heart an offer, and I bid you take a bite

©️A. P. Christopher 2018


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Image credits:

La leggenda delle sirene by Edoardo Dalbono (Napoli 1841-1915)

7 Comments Add yours

  1. “and I bid you take a bite”.

    You’re exceptional at meter. I love the feel of this poem.

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    1. Thanks 🙂
      I tend to obsess on the cadence…
      How words flow into each other is as important as what they mean…

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      1. Yeah, I tend to as well when I attempt meter, prose is more of my forte. Your effort shows.

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  2. kaddietucker says:

    Dark and lovely…

    Liked by 1 person

      1. kaddietucker says:

        My pleasure. 🙂

        Liked by 1 person

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