From time to time
It seems almost, as if
Her words have conspired
With ink and parchment
To catch me, unsuspecting
As my eyes blur and betray
By refusing to look away
In time, to save my sanity
Whilst their complied meanings
Race throughout my veins
Like some hypnotic toxin in chase
Of my fleeting heartbeats
That bequeaths my vivid dreams
I begin to imagine her
Every distinctive feature
Silky scent and moist lips
The way a keen artist would seek
Replicating every line, curve
Whispers of a Gypsy angel
Perfected tone of colors
Until I’m left, nearly breathless
Lost in the depths of her eyes
As her complete… junkie
Poet of the Light © 2020
Wao. This is amazing.
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Thank you much my friend.
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The ending, perfect
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Yes, for both I dare say. 😆 Thank you.
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That put chills through me.
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Hmmm maybe you were reading while outside in the cold? 😉
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Hmm . No just your words are amazing.
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Love this, especially ‘hypnotic toxin in chase’
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Thank you for both reading and commenting. Glad you enjoyed it.
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