You are not Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata
with that mysterious silver mist
swirling over dark and gently stirred waters,
reflecting a large and rippled moon,
but I have seen you favor one another;
especially when you wear your hair up,
with that incredibly black and low cut dress;
a strategic strand of pearls to stop
the pervasively downward drift of the eye
along the perfect contour of your slender neck—
a firm but gracious statement.
You are more like the first morning light,
striking the highest mountain peaks,
painting them opulent and iridescent,
optimistically gold in the distance,
casting narrow shadows toward the horizon,
patiently pointing to the soft and gentle end of the day.
Author notes
Written October 7th, 2004
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I like this one so far out of those i've read by you. Very sensual with a romantic tender tone, such intimate details. Very very nice, makes me ~ sigh
~ Wendy -
I really like how you refer to other writing and art in your poems, it adds alot. Great write!
~Amara -
i rather like beethovens' moonlight sonata... is this the tension between cultured contrivances of sophistication and class, and a more comprehensive personal instinctive reaction? i loved this... would that i met with both!


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