Approaching the glass, my heart pounded, and stopped altogether once I saw him — A slim, pale figure offset by deep blue, carved in a manner that defied any one shape, and instead accentuated the slight movements between his still frame. His limbs flowed gently past perimeters of placements that housed him, extending his surroundings, crafting... Continue Reading →
A poem whose words weave a stunning image and pack a powerful punch
– your writing is incredible Melody!
when he first sees her, his lips are already stained
claret, from the scores of girls he’s drunk in tonight.
she serves her name to him in a crystal flute
all clinks and bubbles, and he tells her
he has never known one before.
i want to take her by the stem, say
woman, you have waited an eternity
oak and steel, to be kissed by a man
the right way, who swirls
twirls, legs dancing to all the right rhythms.
he has been waiting for a fruit like this
the way your light body sways.
amber eyes, floral bouquet-
his tongue has been dry for a while
but darling, riesling, you are all sugar.
it’ll be love at first sip, of course
something that balances this lush, this crisp
tannin, cinnamon, tucked away for later.
he will learn that soon and for it
keep you close, maybe even…
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I was in love with her mind. Her full lips shaped the quiet words that so rarely she spoke, but so often were filled with knowledge beyond her years; She was how I imagined myself to be Only smarter, fuller, with a smile more wary; But I held the upper ground on empathetic comprehension; I... Continue Reading →