Poem: The Splendor
A poem about the irresistible traits of the human race.
The Splendor
The only way I can describe her
Is blonde and with the precision of the universe
She was a perfectionist, of course
Her love was oddly small
A pin with the force and feeling of one too
Poking with the sharpness of a knife
She carried me purposefully
Toward destinations that felt like several dimensions in one
I could barely open my eyes, but she never called me weak
She always smiled over her shoulder
Her teeth– each one a dream I forgot the previous nights
Now reopened in deja vu’s blue lighting
This past holds no scars
Only familiarity and nostalgia so sweet, I am a kid again
Wrapped in her luxurious, golden hair
A hint of delight makes the pie sweeter
Her tangy breath
An intangible specimen is the most attractive of them all
The ferociously unmoved who stand their ground
Oh my, the splendor
About the Creator
Morgan Lahm
Hello! I'm a writer/poet, musician, and nature enthusiast. This blog is to share my written self to the world. To amuse, to entertain, and to bring emotion to the table.
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