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.
Copyright © Mark Matthews | Year Posted 2008
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