cold hard hearted city
she gleams like the candle
twice lit
beneath a stream of unwashed ideas
wreaking to be seen
smelt
tasted
touched
by the brush of an angel’s wing
forgotten by the smile
but touched by some darker place
spiced with
love hate agony
all smoldered together
the brew glooped into plastic cups
cups of
porcelain
copper
and ceramic
the cups of your palms
as you hold the curve of my cheek
in the bleak of the winter
strung along by Christmas lights
and dead-pan comedies
tragedies
dramedies
anything you desire, pretty
for darling
dear
I like your grit
your rude awakenings
and sharp wit
spearing the numbers
that flock to sit
beneath your ripe windows
laden with décor
elegant
and yet
real
Author notes
"lovely" - written as requested
A contest entry
- Something Beautiful by Best-to-the-Fall.
380 points, ended December 18, 2006, 17 entries
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Comments
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ooh! this gave me chills, oddly. i applaud the fact that you wrote about a city! it's very original and it makes me smile! great write!
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