the language of their bodies
scoots like jazz
along the edge of mood and motion
words wheel like swifts
or hunt the mate in chess
as hands caress the thickness
of the air –
compliments,
embroidered by their vagueness,
wind upon a wave
tiny pearls pretend to laughter
flick reflective off mascara
slowly leak
out of the evening’s dream
for somehow
behind those dull blue eyes
you know they’re simply
rolling back the sheets
pretending that they care
holding back the need to scream
at every lonely starless night
Author notes
Contest Prompt: Behind Dull Blue Eyes
In a list
A contest entry
- Prompt Contest 15 entries less then 100 words #30 by mysticstorm.
650 points, ended November 7, 2008, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Superb
I find this a rather haunting, and meloncolly write.
Yet, you have expressed yourself quite well. Thanks for sharing. -
under siege
There is a hardness in the language that leaves me feeling attacked by words.
I was stabbed at least six times.
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WOW! Beauty in sadness...very strong 1st and last stanza....I love strong closings in a write...well done...
thank you for sharing...
mystic -
I liked the first stanza best. 
I'm not much of one for sad endings, although they're all too common. Impressive penning as always, dear Scribe. Good luck in the contest, my Friend. 
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