Open Poetry #47 |
Petals of the Night |
Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
I felt her listen as the night took its shape From the long chill of December onto the warmth of June She uttered her name onto the gravel steps That led up to her apartment doorway This night, with her eyes drawn on me The streets seemed a bit calmer The back of her throat a bit longer As each one us leaned a bit closer To the touch of lips I could remember this moment forever If only all our moments were like this Where love trespassed amongst our most dreary mornings Or the nights we feared that our tears Would bear a heavy burden on the white seams of the couches we lay on But tonight I listened with her I took the time to ease my mind Her scent; rose peddled, floral Slowly rode up my skin Each stare Time stalled as the snow fell along the hollow ground Until her doorways, dark, oval entrance Bared her skin to follow. |
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Pweisbrod Junior Member
since 2011-10-14
Posts 27 |
Fantastic. -Paul Too strung out on compliments, overdosed on confidence. |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Thanks, Paul Cheers Tomer |
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