Mark Matthews Poet Romanticism

Driven To Disperse the Sadness

En darkened skin
and sultry eyes 
   compelling me to write,
long orange claws
  on dainty hands,
long dark hair
       with a golden sheen
silhouetting a scrum shish  face,
one that draws you in,
    makes you reminisce,
but in silence
    her sad eyes 
         speak volumes,,
something hidden,
   something unspoken
 something lost.

If I had one chance
to run a claw
      down her cheek
 I could drive those thoughts away,
              disperse those illicit memories
  and create 
a whole new horizon.

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Kimberly Frew August 31, 2009 at 3:44 AM i feel you may enjoy my poems owned, just waiting, centre of bliss and in the light. my muse, like yours consumes me. love your writing its great. i am goin to take some time and read all of it