As slender fingers will move
over piano or violin
emitting a sweet, melancholy tune
It is indeed your grace
lingering in your presence
like some exotic perfume,
seductively luring
confusing
deceiving
The steady, hypnotizing sway of a snake,
entrancing it's hopeless prey
thy grace enfolds and enriches
then squeezes the life out
to see a simple walk
a gesture
a smile
tugs at my heart string as a bowyer fires his arrow
snapping it back to leave me breathless
and with an odd amusement you continue to stretch,
tear, bite, cute those tender and fragile strings
but that sickly and addictive aura keeps me coming back
to once again be enfolded
be tricked, be consumed
by the devilish smile
and the graceful way you once again leave me
broken, shattered,
yet still crawling in pain
towards the grace, the beauty
the danger
Author notes
I'm not trying to be chauvinistic, I'm just trying to paint the contemporary portrait of the high-class woman, who devours the doting souls of romantics.
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Comments
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very nicely written
to me this poem portrays a man who is addicted to this woman who treats him like scum, he knows he should just leave her alone and yet just cant seem to...
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Great job
What you portray is a broken man, broken in spirit
and mind, yet unable to give up the drug that is besotment.
Ps, dont know if there is such a word as besotment.
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