I saw her today.
That goddess
you worship and idolize
as if she were your God.
My eyes savagely
hunted the computor screen,
hungry for any feature,
any tool that I could use
to tear her apart.
But then the music began
and I heard the sweet melodic voice
of my prey.
A sirens song in the form
of a seemingly innocent woman.
I found myself entranced
as she exposed her soul to the world.
And I looked at her eyes
and saw my own reflection staring back.
All of the white hot fierceness
that had previously consumed my body with fire
disappeared.
And I realized we were the same
broken image.
I retired my eyes from the hunt
and they fell into a slumber
as I listened to the lullaby of our hearts
together emitting soft music.
A contest entry
- Your Love Story . . . kinda by RatherImaginative.
700 points, ended November 22, 2009, 28 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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* The speaker sees his own eyes staring back when he looks into hers . . . because he realizes she is naught but fantasy perhaps? I like how your imagery is fashioned to invite speculation, that there is more to consider than merely a surface interpretation of the piece suggests. Thanks so much for entering my contest!
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