Open Poetry #45 |
Sangria |
Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
A light breeze with sangria, With her hair neighboring The oceans wind, The brim of her lips Sat across from me, With the candle wax Dripping slowly. The waiter walked gracefully Through the crowds, through the Eyes of night That paled against the white sheet Nestled underneath our plates. I rested my eyes upon hers. I could picture us diving Into the abyss, With no gear, Just surviving on each otherÕs lips. Careening off the waves, Watching the sand bestow upon us as we lay. We could sit in silence, To the conversation between our eyes, As our hands collided Underneath the peopleÕs voices, With a glass of sangria beside us. |
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Kaoru
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow |
"I could picture us diving Into the abyss, With no gear, Just surviving on each other's lips." I could just see two people breathing each other for hours under water, very cool. At least that's what I wanted to see, I hope that was the result you were hoping to yield. Enjoyed. |
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