Dark Poetry #4 |
Her Entrance |
Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
The rain couldn’t Become a possession, It curves your entrance, As your olive skin Chiseled the raindrops And turned each drop You spun Into thin puddles that Revolved around a figure So absolute, The sky rescinded Its tongue, Ceased the rain, And I saw A reflection that Pardoned the seas wake, Left the bed of roses in awe, And introduced me to Five fingers that connected With my palm And greeted my soul, To something so beautiful, Rain chased our skin Until the dawn Set its rise Off the corner Of your forest, green eyes. |
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