You have the face to make
men stop in their tracks and do their
best grouper impression. Better
still, you act like you have
no idea. It's not because
the sway of your walk leaves
the waves of a boy's inner
peace still and warm, and it's
not because I can fall off
the top of the Tower of Pisa,
land in your accent, and not
suffer a scratch. The old saying
goes that eyes are the windows
of the soul, and like most clichés
that's wrong. Eyes are not
windows, they are vacuums,
and too often in this life,
you see coronas in the
off position, never curious,
never searching. But with you
I can almost hear that
electric motor purring like your
voice, those lenses
analyzing, observing, consuming
to be filled with all the senses
the world can throw at her,
and still looking for more.
I would say you're magic,
but there's no slight
of hand, and when I'm close
enough to see light bend,
curve, and disappear in
your irises, I no longer
fear the end, and I want
nothing more than to jump
into pupils with no center, just
an endless spiral of black,
like a singularity, swallowing
suns and gulping down galaxies
You are what I want the
end of the world to look like,
so when I find my last page
on my back, in a hospital bed,
I will take your collection of
light with me to meet with death
in a battle of thieves, so when
he says, "I have your soul," I will
show him your gift and say,
"I have this. I win."
Because of you, my reward,
you, my redemption,
you, my Revelations.
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wow, this was stunning. it pulled me in and made me forget the world around me. a little off the prompt, but still well worth my time. beautiful piece of work. keep writing, and thank you for entering!!
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This is the most beautiful poem you have ever written, sir, hands down. I was talking with some folks about it just last night, and I had to come back to enjoy it. It brings tears to my eyes, and hope that someday someone will love me half as much as to write something as brilliant as this. It is flawless, beautifully sincere.
Lucky girl, that one...whoever she is
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The old saying
goes that eyes are the windows
of the soul, and like most clichés
that's wrong. Eyes are not
windows, they are vacuums,
-What can I say after that?
-C
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