Images dance across my silent canvas,
The backlog of my unwritten thoughts:
Your voice,
How perfectly it hugs my name
I almost smile, helplessly numb.
The elusive sensation of touch
Beyond the physical
That you evoke.
You flirt with my *Dancing Princess,
Wave a few stars aside
And make room for us.
Somewhere along the way
I must’ve slipped you the key to reach me,
I see you opening the door.
*Dancing Princess is a constellation I made. She can be seen this time of the year flowing her ball-gown in the eastern sky.
10 comments:
the poem is...hmm....what can i say.... "sexy"
gave me goose pimples after i read it...
=)
loved it!!
lotsa images!
Beautiful!!
Dolphin: I didnt think it sexy.. but thanks, as always :)
Tia and Blue Ink: Thank you.. and welcome!
hey. happy new year to you too. it seems tht in this poem you're trying to convey a subtle message as usual. and as usual i feel tht it ends abruptly...leaves you wanting for what happened after.
tc
N yet, I rue the moment
Wen I gave you the key
for though you reach me
you don't reach out to me...
just my crazy rambling:)
beautiful poem by the way!
Whoa-ho-ho, Reaper! What rambling! :D
VERY romantic :
this soppy boy likes. hehe
i hardly ever like 'blog' poetry but this is lovely...esp this line:
Your voice,
How perfectly it hugs my name
and i love the imagery/visuals it creates; very, very good.
I like this, NOW! :D
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