I stared at her hair as it glistened in the light summer rain; 
I watched as it twirled and leaped in the gentle breeze. 
I admired the sway of her hips, and the way that the soles 
of her feet rose and fell, all in rhythm with the bounce of 
her step. I enjoyed the image her porcelain-like skin, as 
well as the dark shadow that it made on the uneven pavement. 
I smiled as she smiled, and frowned as she frowned. I wished 
for a moment of recognition, for an instance of eye contact, 
but all in vain. In the shadows I remained- 
a specter, 
both devoid of life and full to the brim with it. She passed me, 
the image of her being so engrained in my mind that I saw her even 
with my eyes closed. 
I followed. 
I approached her slowly, as one would a wounded animal, afraid 
that she would escape the depths of my passion.
I was consumed. 
I stared once again at her wet hair, still beautiful even in its lack of motion. 
I admired her stagnant hips and the upturned soles of her feet. I touched
 her doll skin. It felt not of porcelain, but cold paper. I smiled at her shadow. 
I envied her blank, lifeless eyes.

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Date: 4/22/2017 8:30:00 AM
I loved the way you approached this poem and it's ending. Very clever!
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Date: 3/28/2017 1:18:00 AM
Intriguing write! As beautiful as it is chilling. Wild.
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Date: 3/24/2017 1:30:00 AM
This is an incredible poem! Absolutely wonderful! It's also frightening in all of its dark beauty, very well written. Welcome to PoetrySoup :)
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Glennerd Williams
Date: 3/25/2017 12:31:00 PM
Thank you so much! I really appreciate you taking the time to read it!