Veiled, your words
are shadows copulating
on the wall of Plato’s cave,
mere promises and dreams
a fog who burns at dawn,
yet there is a crave
in veins and muscles,
skin and bones
there is lust and must
to touch a solid you.
Nicked on the internet
A third Quadrille for De at dVerse. Had to do something on the shadows in Plato’s cave. Why not with phone-sex?
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Words are like shadows although maybe with a bit more detail. Still they don’t completely describe what they are about.
cave/crave/
lust/must
Love the copulation of these words, and the way they all come to um…fruition. 😉
Haa ha… 🙂
Tsss.
That is SPICY,
Mister!
he he
The internal rhymes are little gems shining in this lovely poem.
Perfect metaphor for the power of illusion.
Why not.
This sizzles Bjorn ~
I’m really digging this one Bjorn. It’s a bit steamy in here with all the copulation going on.
Ooh, I’ve gone a bit pink reading this one, Bjorn!
love your writing!
shadows copulating ,,, very cool. They do that alot. Smiles. So much of what we see and hear is an illusion … especially promises and dreams.
Are you sure this is not about the US politics what with Donnie’s small hands…….
Ha… yes it could be that…
Perfectly summed up, in wonderful language.