Looks an angel’s gift, pain a demon’s twist. Beauty bare for taking, scars lie deep and weeping. Soul left on the bedpost, body sold be done quick. ♦ A two post Wednesday - 'Sold' here and 'Old Ground' over at mine. https://believingsightunseen.com/2018/12/12/edc-shorts-poetry-old-ground/
I read you, saw your words, swore as they were mine. Which ones? The best ones, not the clichés. But all your words are. What the really clever ones, uniquely me. Yes, especially those.
His words now too confused his way, his and his muse. He's real and of this world she of a life absurd. The end of one begun the other looking on.
Never lovers a thought, maybe. Hand held moments texts and phone calls. So many words likes, odd comments. Online again, distant.
My Dear … of a certain age hesitates confused concedes to follow through Oh Dear … falls all to easily phase to be endured polar opposites it seems Too Dear … foolish consequence word baited lines laid bare exposed behind
Hypnotic eyes Beguiling smile Mischievous mind Twisted conscience Malicious heart Wanton wanted
He didn’t have a prayer his words don’t count for much face down in a puddle mud clinging to his clothes heel stamped hard down on his neck hands finding next to nothing blade slips past his spine heart cries ... why?
Exchanged written words Likes and comments first E-mails came affection grew Arranged to meet she got cold feet Another day they met half-way He reached out she let him touch Hours flew departure hurt Is this the end don’t know do you?
She didn't mind his years his smile, his lines she saw the man others a silent view shaken heads, you fool she moved towards him he stood still, until time called, one of two
Would you go from nowhere to somewhere in the dark Do you let a moonbeam light your path till dawn Did you feel a heartbeat resting next to yours?