Third Company Hands On Purchased Harps

by Cooper   Feb 11, 2007

Burning fires,
burning lives,
let inferno dance upon knives.
A lisp for desires,
spoken by liars and strung by black wires.

One and two,
the petals in the bed.
Add one more,
Oh, how your passion is dead.
Angels by lust, and swords of trust,
midnight pleasures, in glare of the Love abhor,
Is it not I who keeps you fed?

Third colour hands,
playing another's harp,
breaching forbidden lovers' lands,
best keep your wits sharp.
And how they say,
like the devils,
It's so fun to play.
But Love says two is plenty,
best not damn it with third company.


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  • 17 years ago

    by NeferNoir

    There is such a strong contrast of words.. It creates a hauntingly beautiful illusion... I really like the way you write! :)

  • I love it!

  • 17 years ago

    by melly xx

    This poem is definetly one of the best I have EVER read. It was so different and charismatic. You used and exceptional choice of words and provided unimaginable imagery (ironic huh?). This poem was fabulous!