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Come Now to the Wilderness(Mature)
by Ken HarnischCome now to the wilderness with me
Where we transcend all worldly woe
And let the regimen dissolve
As we leave the land of rules and roads
Bring nothing but the wine
And that summer dress
Those alabaster shoulders bared
Where my trailing lips can map a path
To passions most divining core
We will need no music
That my fingers cannot pluck
From your violin of sweet desire
And no warmth beyond
The conflagration
We will be lighting here
Down in the whispering eaves
Under natures verdant canopy 01/16/2001 Posted on 10/08/2003
Copyright © 2025 Ken Harnisch
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kate Demeree on 10/09/03 at 02:15 AM Sensual poetry... has always been one of your gifts. It gets better with time like fine wine. |
| Posted by Don Coffman on 10/09/03 at 06:05 AM That's gorgeous writing, very vivid with a wonderful flow. |
| Posted by Melissa Arel on 10/10/03 at 01:47 AM I've always said you are one of the best romantic-poem-writers I've ever met! :) |
| Posted by Jeanne Marie Hoffman on 10/11/03 at 01:35 PM Beautiful, reminiscent of the romantic-era poets |
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