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the palace
by John Herzogfeet sinking into the coarsest desert sands
I discovered the palace of your body
whose sole dweller, your soul
unlocked the chains barring marauders
seeking to plunder your sapphire eyes
and the tapestries of your imagination
you opened the door before I could knock
and I lose myself in your endless marble halls
restless to explore each passage
and the treasures they store
for I have found home now
your ardor - my pillow
your fire - my blanket
igniting my own deepest corners
where no ray of sun has ever reached 01/04/2017 Author's Note:
Posted on 01/05/2017
Copyright © 2024 John Herzog
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 01/05/17 at 02:41 PM Love, is quite the palace, isn't it? I would be hard pressed to find a bard who has not breached the subject, given it is the only topic worth the salt of its composure. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 01/06/17 at 02:28 AM Love eloquently expressed through allegory. Captivating as the one who inspired this. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/08/17 at 02:27 AM The title sets my imagination working even before I enter your words, all deeply moving and inviting. Thank you. |
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