Breasts beneath, or: Dream symphony

My second attempt at ‘Magnetic Poetry’

I discovered the ‘Magnetic Poetry’ website via Kerfe and Jane, and it intrigued me. Honestly, I am still not entirely sure how I feel about this, but this 2^nd poem (below) pleases me more than my 1^st attempt.

For this, my 2^nd poem, I decided to do away with the rule that I had arbitrarily set for myself last time, which was to make use of every single word I was given. Instead, I took Kerfe’s and Jane’s advice and cycled through the available word magnets, selecting only those that called out to my poetic muses.

beating heaving breasts beneath
enormous purple moon we trudge together
and scream through the blue mist
drunk on blood and death
                                                  shadows whisper in dream symphony
                                                  like wind of a thousand bitter moans
                                                  storming above still diamond waters
                                                  of rocky black sea love