She was elegant,
a virgin.
The valley of her lips were parched,
chapped. In the need of a kiss that
like snow on eyelashes
will melt iridescent and invisible.
I loved her. I knew that when I saw her
a pale skin toned pear, her hair falling in
paisley waves...dark thick mattresses of mystery
covering her nakedness in silken natural robes.
The night seemed to come as she brushed out
her black ocean, the night influenced by her beauty...
stars only exist for the constellations of brown
freckles hunting and loving and flying across her bare shoulders.
I wanted her.
More than I want spring
or daises to replace icicles.
She knew this, and now loves me back
in utter shyness. Innocent curves
and body movements,
waltzing in the kitchen.
Tea pots steam and I spy
the piano fingers
stirring camomile, we share dark chocolate hunks.
Her back to me she begins to sing
the children of her throat dance for me
and tug at my pant leg,
in harmony they laugh:
“ join her naked song. ”
Author notes
peace to all ~flight
A contest entry
- Perfection! by PerVirtuous.
600 points, ended February 22, 2008, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
honesty
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I like how you claim perfection as a very personal perception. Wonderful. I can see this. Thanks for your entry.
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Superb
We're taken into a pathway of imagery
& BAM we forget were alive
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I'm glad you enjoyed
peace to all ~flight
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wow. this is just beautiful, i am in awe. nicely done johanna. one of your best.
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Thanks dear
peace to all ~flight
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