Teen Poetry #6 |
Absolute |
Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
I wrote on my sleeve so her hand would romance my arm, Her head lay facing the north side of the mountain top. Eyes as pretentious as the moons sly grin. I shelled into my mold, a crisp cut for a warm evening. Her hands slowly corralled mine, as we sat moonlighting next to one another. Our souls became featherweights, until jazz revealed verses of fluid tunes. The tunes I had embraced for oh so long, wielded and yielded; as I felt her hands deal my beliefs, My giddy smile was intensely forbidden, falling into her deep extremity. We shared each other that night, absent minded, yet always guided. Absolute of each other, as eyes boldly scuffling rising skins. Absolute tranquility, she insanely dressed her hair on my shoulder. My shoulder amasses her hair, as her tulip fingers arise their reflection. Constance unfolds her veil tonight. |
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