Rough and Tumble Darling
Melodies for the love of women
Rough and tumble darling
Your little eyes are gleaming with burnt out fury, and a suitcase full of worry.
Brush those tangles out of your mind woman and kiss the dirt under your fingernails, it only arrives there through some sort of struggle.
Lay your hands on my hands and let us show each other the way,
You lead here, me, over there, and we'll somehow learn to meet in the middle.
And if one day our bodies drift far and away,
hearts following on the whisp of our tails,
then we'll remember how times moves us,
how movement is never ceasing,
how our feet keep dancing on and on.
Oh my sweet darling,
I know the world can be tough... but so can we.
And I'm sure that the fire burning in our eyes can decimate all the hate brewed structures and metal minded soldiers.
Melt them down into statues for our future,
Wrapped in vines and moss,
All crawling up towards the heavens.
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Erika Edberg
Part time bard serving whispers from forgotten kingdoms.
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By Erika Edberg3 years ago in Poets
Comments (19)
Beautiful. Wonderful work.
honestly amazing, and so perfectly intimate ! this poem so beautifully captures such a wonderful feeling ! xx
Quite intimate
So expressive and intimate. Well done.
Wowwww Beautiful!!!
Just awesome.
just beautiful!
Beautiful and very well written.
This. This is what I’m here for. Content like this. I love it!
Very, very good!
Great.....
Just got to say, Damn that was good.
Glorious job, keep it up you're an awesome author one of the best. Keep up the great work, I am proud of you. Thanks.
… hate brewed structures and metal minded soldiers… Love it.
good
Wow, very beautifully written. Love the imagery!
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This is beautiful. Thank you for sharing.
wonderful job
Love it 🥰