Over dinner with diamond teacups
He once told me how he stepped out from the crowd
A dander in a coat of blue
And me, to hang on like a spider
To his chandelier of words
I'd never thought twice until he brought it up
The humor of ice
And how he felt the brightest of all
In the white
Years went by, my hunger for his stories never changed
Although my hips and thighs did
And all I ever wanted was to be the same
Have something he would remember
From the time when his words went on forever
I still owe my life
And my most fruitful moments with him
To the long legs of controversy
Fitted in white
Author notes
white jeans = <3
A contest entry
- Denim Jeans by black-phenoqu.
800 points, ended October 30, 5 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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wow!
probably the best i have gotten so far
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Intriguing! A very good write depicting a slightly sad yet sentimental piece of poetry. A pleasure to read!
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