Desire
A poem
Her poems were on fire
her eyes glowed like stars
she radiated with desire
offered to heal all my scars
We feared our violent delights
we wanted each other π΅π°π° much
we both lost track of our sights
Her poems were on fire
her eyes glowed like stars
she radiated with desire
offered to heal all my scars
We feared our violent delights
we wanted each other π΅π°π° much
we both lost track of our sights
Zen is a meditative state. As a poet in Zen we all write Zen Poetry. All poets who are in love with the Craft of Poetry are welcome to contribute their poems.