Stumbled

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Stumbled

he wound My hair around his finger
black strands glimmering in the light

and gently tugged and gently pulled
and kissed Me tender into the night

he laughed and teased and wound it still
and lulled Me sweetly beneath starlight

when weary i rose to breathe the soft air
He tugged securely, i stood still

oh the surprise of His ingenious snare
a prison built softly but firmly on love

where walls and locks were of my own hair...
i stumbled when i should have run.

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Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

Jammin’s Poems (49)

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Suicide 0
Whale Song 0
Joyful 0
Goodbye My Love 0
Lost Voice 1
You Should Be Dead 1
Dancer 1
Kill or Be Kill 0
Sunset 2
Shooting Star 1
Corona 0
I am caught 0
I wet the page 1
Mother 1
She Was King 3
Merciless 2
For the Restless and the Lonely 1
That Love Comes 1
Envy 1
The Promise Of Love 1
The Fine Consumption Of Books 1
The Privacy of Ink 2
Warm Solitude 3
Falling Out Of Love 5
The Tragedy of My Shadow. 2
Shallow Deeds 3
Tears 4
Savannah Woman 2
Warden 4
Teacher 2
Vent 2
Succor 4
Slave 1
Amber 1
Prison 1
Broken 0
Reborn 1
Sneak 5
Breathe 2
Stumbled 0
Yearning 1
Water 2
Ruthless 1
Wretched 3
Sample 1
Moon 1
Loved 4
Burn 2
Rest 1