Her green eyes landed on my gaze,
They have such a natural curiosity,
Like the world is her playground,
To cavort and explore as she pleased.
...
My intrigue turned to hunger,
She flashed her wild smile,
Now I ached to taste her lips,
To devours the stories they hide.
...
As she danced on the tables,
I knew her clothes were destined,
To forever play the supporting role,
Outshined by her petite frame.
...
There was a familiarity about her,
My mind searched for a name,
Her face became preoccupied,
And her identity is now apparent.
...
This woman was a projection,
Not of mind but reflection,
I’d seen this woman every morning,
As I drank my cup of motivation.
...
Another figure came into focus,
Seeming as enticed as I'd been,
His face the picture of intrigue,
As he mouthed, “I see her too”.
...
LB xo
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LB
Poet and short story writer from the UK, living in Napoli.
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Standing Still
There are very few moments in life where time truly stands still. When your breath is taken from your chest and your body hangs weightless in that moment. Just long enough for it to stay with you from that day onwards. Deep in the red sands of the Australian Outback, I found that moment and clung to it forever.
By Kevin McLaughlin6 days ago in Wander
Comments (1)
This was such a wonderful poem! Loved it!