Open Poetry #41 |
The House's Envy |
Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
The niche of her smile, Her skin that unfolds Like the curves of An envelopes lip. She sighs so quietly, So softly, Her voice faint, As if her words Become wrapped into memories, As she sits dressed in black, With the curves of her blouse Touching her knees, As her legs sail Underneath the darken scene. With her bedrooms grin, She kneels with Her fingers dipped Into her hips seals, Where her eyes seep, Stealing her sheets colors, She’s pieced together on the Walls alter. |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Intriguing title and concept! "She sighs so quietly, So softly, Her voice faint, As if her words Become wrapped into memories," ~ I especially liked the above lines. Beautifully expressed. EA |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Thanks Earth, happy you enjoyed. Tomer |
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