Hello everyone! Would you please tell me what you think of this poem I wrote in my absolutely ENDLESS free time? (class
in other words... hehe..) Thank you all in advance...
A Garden
I walk in a garden of- no, not yet
A place of the senses, of scent and touch
Where even a God cannot see or judge
I walk in a garden of webs
I walk in a garden of- demon saints
That writhe or invoke among leaves and dark
And moonlight concealing, and shadowed hearts
I walk in a garden of paints
I walk in a garden of- blurry mist
That's artfully drawn over flowered smears
And fingerprints drift across painted fears
I walk in a garden of wisps
I walk in a garden of- try to guess
A garden of oils and nightly tints
Of blurred bodies, pleasure, and whispered hints
I walk in a garden of flesh
