Attestation
Through a voyeur's confirmation.
Her green eyes landed on my gaze,
They have such a natural curiosity,
Like the world is her playground,
To cavort and explore as she pleased.
...
My intrigue turned to hunger,
She flashed her wild smile,
Now I ached to taste her lips,
To devours the stories they hide.
...
As she danced on the tables,
I knew her clothes were destined,
To forever play the supporting role,
Outshined by her petite frame.
...
There was a familiarity about her,
My mind searched for a name,
Her face became preoccupied,
And her identity is now apparent.
...
This woman was a projection,
Not of mind but reflection,
I’d seen this woman every morning,
As I drank my cup of motivation.
...
Another figure came into focus,
Seeming as enticed as I'd been,
His face the picture of intrigue,
As he mouthed, “I see her too”.
...
LB xo
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LB
Poet and short story writer from the UK, living in Napoli.
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Comments (1)
This was such a wonderful poem! Loved it!