there is steel in your eyes
glinting behind soft miasma
someone played with your heart
then threw it into a deep ditch
like piece of used up trash
but it’s true , one man’s trash
is another’s precious treasure
i’d like to dig through the debris
and find if your heart still beats
with the rhythm of romance
there is strength in your shoulders
as you square them back again
did he place more on them
than god planned and created
feminine backs to carry?
could you let yourself be soft
just one more time, one more
chance to lay down with love?
your tender hands are work worn
sweet woman may i hold them?
your lips are parched with want
for moist kisses to revive them
the dehydrated desert of your need
cries out for a storm of sensual rain
i want to watch that steel glint
turn to soft reflections of heaven
in the eyes of a woman watching
her beauty reflected in mine
you are more woman than you know
more woman than he deserved
9/15/08 DJA
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Aquaria
Thank you. You are very kind, and you have a beautiful name. -
Very uplifting. In the words of The Charlatans "Everyone's been burned before", this poem made me think of this, but you so often read of that burning and not the resulting coldness from the viewpoint of a possible suitor.
I connect with this poem having tried to love someone who had been terribly hurt in the past. Sometimes there is nothing you can do but let them go, sometimes they come back, sometimes they do not.
Although I found the poem a little wordy in places (which I am horribly guilty of myself), I really enjoyed the use of the trash/treasure saying, it works well here and for me sums up this poem.
Thank you for the read.
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