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SLEEP
She breathed me into
a comfortable caress.
Her eyes are always changing color.
They're onyx when we make love.
They roll to white when she's climaxed.
We played dead to the world.
The bed was all we needed.
The moment I awoke,
and stared at her naked back.
Planted my senses into her hair.
Though every time I tried to roll her over.
Her face would never show.
So it was forever.
This girl in my bed.
Asleep with her back turned to me.
Having me wonder.
The color of her eyes.
a comfortable caress.
Her eyes are always changing color.
They're onyx when we make love.
They roll to white when she's climaxed.
We played dead to the world.
The bed was all we needed.
The moment I awoke,
and stared at her naked back.
Planted my senses into her hair.
Though every time I tried to roll her over.
Her face would never show.
So it was forever.
This girl in my bed.
Asleep with her back turned to me.
Having me wonder.
The color of her eyes.
Published 4th Jun 2014
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5th Jun 2014 2:30pm
My Friend,
This has that haunting, surrealistic quality--like a dream, within a dream...(or, even nightmare, perhaps).
If the eyes can be considered 'the windows to the soul',it's as if the poet will never know the truth, in the feelings of his beloved...
"She breathed me into/a comfortable caress...."
...Planted my senses into her hair...."---these lines are so very unique...creatively crafted...sensual--my favorite! They could very easily become the lines for yet another intense piece.
This poem leaves an eerie, unforgettable image in the reader's mind...like a scene from a horror film that you feel compelled to watch--over and over, again.
Well Scribed!
This has that haunting, surrealistic quality--like a dream, within a dream...(or, even nightmare, perhaps).
If the eyes can be considered 'the windows to the soul',it's as if the poet will never know the truth, in the feelings of his beloved...
"She breathed me into/a comfortable caress...."
...Planted my senses into her hair...."---these lines are so very unique...creatively crafted...sensual--my favorite! They could very easily become the lines for yet another intense piece.
This poem leaves an eerie, unforgettable image in the reader's mind...like a scene from a horror film that you feel compelled to watch--over and over, again.
Well Scribed!
