Field Of Pansies

Soft, how soft, feel the pansies faces;
Soft on lips and on eyelids closed.
Fall’n have I after several races
Down in victory light reposed.
You come after and bump against me;
Laugh, exhausted, breathing so fast.
Tied at two, I leapt and burst by you,
Knew your loss would be my defeat.
First in triumph I kiss, through petals,
Lips not late that have won complete.
Winner, loser, you lie against me;
Crushed between, all these flowers massed.
Soft, how soft, is our field of pansies,
Soft on lips and on eyelids closed.

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One Response to Field Of Pansies

  1. Elan Mudrow says:

    Nice! I like your writing. More please!
    check out:
    passiontorn.wordpress.com

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