she has green eyes
like emeralds
and milky white skin
like Aphrodite.
she said God is a woman
and i said i know
because when she ran
her fingers
down my back
like feathers
i felt it.
she let me
keep her ring
so you’ll
remember i was here
she whispers
in my ear
but i don’t need
a reminder
because she marked
my soul.
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
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When Contradicting Images Reveal More Than Logic
I have a history of analyzing the utterly brilliant and soul-touching poetry of Mesh Toraskar. It seems I’m unable to read his poetry and move on with my life, as each line, each half-line, each word is so rich with imagery, references, concepts, et cetera, that it requires taking slow, quiet time to fully appreciate it all. He took quite a long break at the beginning of the year before returning in April with the stunner, “fresh terror to love.” He has published two more pieces since then, one poem and one Feast narrative, both of which I highly recommend. You’ll quickly deduce that I will recommend everything this man has written. Anyway, I promised to come back when words were no longer failing me and I did not. A lot has happened to me and it simply has not stopped, yet this is no excuse for being mute to the following beauty.
By Mackenzie Davis6 days ago in Writers
Comments (5)
Awww, this was so wonderful! Loved your poem!
Wow, Just breathtaking x
I have many friends but one has touched me in this way. Your poem reminds me of her. To me, she's an angel on earth.
A few beautifully chosen words to say so very much. This was lovely, Sara :)
Ayayay - stunning. I don't think I have anything else. Just...stunning, Sara! :)