Your honey-scented hair falls
on your mullato breast and rises
gently with your calmed breathing.
Shining amber tendrils frame
your oval face, the upside-down
teardrop fallen from heaven's
heights. Your eyes are rounded
as completed oyster pearls, just
as clear and just as pure.
In them I see myself staring,
perhaps too tenderly,
into the person who made me
refute the cynics from my
adolescence, the ones who
didn't believe I could give
myself with no prior thought,
and the body which contains her.
A contest entry
- but she is beautiful... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
300 points, ended June 16, 2008, 20 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Any good?
Comments
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This is quite intimate and wonderful voice coming from the soul revealing the meaning of love...thanks for sharing it...my friend..
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