The Pulse
I count the beat within my head
you whisper words so soft and true
I feel the heat that warms our bed
The love that flows our passions fed
that makes me cling inside of you
I count the beat within my head
I feel you rush as love is spread
upon the throw you softly mew
I feel the heat that warms our bed
As love lays blind and hope lays dead
where now its just a wanton screw
I count the beat within my head
The crimson sheets where love has bled
the punctured vein the blood you drew
I feel the heat that warms our bed
Into the night this evil fled
to leave me here in solitude
I count the beat within my head
I feel the heat that warms our bed
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this poem, The Pulse, is my first ever attempt at writing in the style, villanelle, which is being highlighted at One Stop Poetry. If you would like to know more about this style of writing please visit the following link;
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