I knew that I had tasted something,
that bland was not an option.
I had some idea that there was a layer;
hidden behind a curtain,
I suspected a flavor.
The stillness of creaky limbs
is unsettling
but sweetly so.
I never would have guessed
I'd be so mesmerized
but we've all got to be
wrong sometime.
I can affect an appearance
verging on disheveled
but I'd rather lace your fingers through mine
and taste tomorrow's mourning.
Assuming the outward is true,
and that I will last forever,
my counterfeit survives this fame
daring to remember.
Author notes
LJ-
Prompt three.
A contest entry
- Top Secret - Mission 1 by Tangled Angle.
300 points, ended July 25, 2008, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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this was very strong.
i meant to put this one in the finalist list.
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Thank you.
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