Tonight we'll meet again.

Patient through the night;   chilling colds                       yet,  even one thought  of you  and warmth takes  over shivers on                         silken skin.  A forgotten shack  dusty corners,                         floors           scattered                        with forest             litter,  windows nonexistent,     there’s emptiness in cracked,                   sitting mirrors. . Memories, our time, flash playfully in my mind. It begins tonight,                          I toast                                     S                                       i                                         l                                          e                                            n                                              c                                                e                                                                                                      as your presence felt again,                                                   I wish                                                  to entertain.

Author notes

So yes, in this I am entertining the style of dirty pretty...for a contest, a write inspired from the picture aswell..i realise poetically this will rub some people the wrong way...but stay with me on the fact that I am simply trying new things..and well it is classed a style of poetry in some yes even sad, lol, degree

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  ladyjanew
  June 2, 2008
  
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  I get the strange feeling that the lady in the pic was kidnapped, tied up and is being held against her will. Hence, the nudity. But your poem is obviously between two lovers, so that's not the case. Exactly how does she wish to "entertain?" as if I didn't know.
  Good free verse poem. Nice images of forgotteness.
• nessa.lyn
  June 1, 2008
  
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  i really enjoy your word layout, its very alluring and makes a huge impact on the way its read! very nice