Open Poetry #48 |
oranges of the southland |
Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
I watched her eyes soften like the tangerines that dreamed of trees below their plum, orange hues I use to wonder if the only man that could be me, such at ease was a shadow amongst the highway roads where the street lights raced across miles of the Southwest fold Those soft eyes where the locusts swarmed along the maple forests of the western wind Her eyes on my cheeks dipped between the eyelashes and curly hair that sat just beside her Those eyes if silence had no name and time had no shame there would be a small piece of me across the lace of her neck |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
Can litterally feel how her soft eyes make you melt. You combine so many elements in your poetry, it's easy to get lost in your words. Brava Tomer, once again!! |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Blues- Love the comments - happy you enjoyed it. Hope you're well. Cheers |
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