She always had such
quick eyes
she was hiding
from all the others
those eyes that darted
fleeing recognition
fear that someone may see
how beautiful they were
and accuse their glory
of speaking filth and lies
The opaque blue waters
of spring and golden sun
rippling across leaves
of emerald Sycamore
dancing in the soft wind
shimmering streaks of gold
the sun shines in her eyes
held by the strong roots
of Redwood and Fir
rich, warm hazel to hold
twirling, glittering leaves
pure water and warm sun
Small hands flinch
to meet those timid eyes
rubbing, wiping away
the last of the flood
lined palms, she never believed
could tell her fate
her story, her future
a punctured scar
from saving her dog
from the jaws of a pit
reaching without a second thought
into that mouth, made for taking flesh
and prying, pulling
willing to tear
and her own dog bites her
in his fear and panic
and runs off, away to home
That hand that bled
convulsed, twitched, scarred
sits by the wheel, tense
anticipating that irksome tone
that alarms a reply
the bend between point and thumb
bears a dark mark from self-destruction
and looking for love in all the wrong places
that sweaty skin squeezes and jumps
as polished plastic sings a message
"A text! A text!"
it cries its joy
she cries her pain
She chews her lips
a nervous habit
they re-emrge red and swollen
as if so many passionate kisses
were stolen from between her teeth
those delicate curves
that beckon the finger to trace
stutter and part, taking a deep sigh
if Eros were to bless the mouth
of one with lips deserving
it would be her smile
that won her Cupid's Bow
those lips that kissed me
and my tears begone
that sang away my greif
whose laughter brought me joy
and brush of soft skin caught
my breath in my throat
my heart in its beat
my mind in its tracks
and taught me love
Those hands that held
my heart with such esteem
fly to her eyes to hold
herself together
I tell her it's all her fault
I don't mean it
but
the guilt of hurting her
is just too much
so as my fear and anger pour
out her meadowed eyes
I continue to burn her
beseeching hands to scar
and confirm her worst fear
steal her breath between her lips
that always soothed my heart
with words of love undying
With my eyes closed
hands clasped together
lips sealed with a kiss
I tell her
forever
Those hands that longed to hold me
lips than longed to kiss me
eyes that wished only to see
how to better love me
open and cry out
for there is nothing left
her hands find their strength
to bring her gaze to the road
those lips whisper a goodbye
that would have fallen on my ears
had I been listening, all along
Sure hands start the car
her trusted, sturdy volvo
Sharp eyes find the spot
and steer their destination
her lips disappear
that nervous habit I fell in love with
and takes a last deep breath
she drives over into the sea
girl who only wanted
to love me
A contest entry
- The Autobiography Aisle by Auburn Sunrise.
550 points, ended October 13, 2008, 13 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Constructive critisism is encouraged!
Comments
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Wow! What can I say but wow this is amazing! Grats on your silver shiny!


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Beautiful.... your descriptions are stunning, vivid... enchanting.
You kept me completely enthralled until the last syllable.
It's just so tragic and painful to read. The guilt that crashes down in waves with that ending...
You cannot feel at fault. Our choices are our own and you should never blame yourself. There are thousands of "what if's" you could ask but none would give the answers your heart would most desire...
I am sorry for your loss ---this is a wonderful poem though.


