For Rosa

[edgy nova]

I did not think the Lord could make a finer thing; a lovelier thing:
With such a face that you and I
Must go and worship; now in secret;
And drink fine wine to celebrate it,
In the hills beneath the moon.

And as shepherds we will come
To that perfection of a body;
And speak in sordid lurid whisper’s
Of the things we’d do unto that body:
And our raw and naked lust will grow too great;
Our minds consumed,
And we shall run away,
And hide ourselves
From that heart-faced shape
Of immaculate perfection.
That heavy face of God.

But then she shall stalk us
Like a tiger full of thirst she will stalk us onto death;
For such a woman walks on earth
And we have lived to see her there-and we do not forget-

[toxic steeple]

Mannn this is a well structured poem! Thank you for sharing this to me i would like to use this as an inspo for my future poems if you please :>>>

[edgy nova]

sure of course!

[marsh verge]

I like how you intertwine the pastoral with the sordid

it’s a very nice poem I think, the rawness and repetitions add to the flow

The only weird thing is how that purity becomes a divine power able to destroy the lusty narrators

It’s not a stylistic concern I feel, but how can that innocent lightness of a face suddenly become heavy ?

[edgy nova]

I hear ya; I just liked how it sounded

And at any rate I’m excited I just published my first collection yesterday

[marsh verge]

omg that’s so cool ! what is it called ?