Eyes met,
chilled together in a solid moment,
locked in a fiery dance.
Saw an eyelash on your blushing cheek and
made a wish for you and me.
Lips met,
gentle movements cool and soft
opened eyes and saw my fate
and yet I did not know you.
Fingers met,
waltzing through your hair
to rest on your lips,
silenced.
Eyes met,
panicked and
wide with fear of seperation,
desperate.
Lips met,
urgent and burning with desire,
ignoring boundries,
eyes open and speaking of the end.
Fingers met,
slipping off each other
in a symbol of departure.
The conclusion of perfection,
it is my stop.
Author notes
prompt: "I guess I'll never know if it was love"
A contest entry
- MY FIRST CONTEST by charcoal.
600 points, ended August 13, 2008, 8 entries
Honorable winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What be your thoughts?
Comments
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beautiful poem.
you've described both the situations so well-what happens when you fall in love and what happens when you separate from your love.
thank you so much for entering the contest
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thank you so much!
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Interesting take on the prompt. Love how you capture the regret in a moment lost. Lovely write.
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Thank you!
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