It is a celluloid beauty, the counterfeit and the essential in peculiar union,
the gentle curve of full lips grasps for words
that flee like startled birds;
her green eyes, laughing, eager to please, arrest
the pleasant dullness of average charm.
Arms fold across full breasts and a soft smile leaves
true self concealed.
The rays from our eyes shape her, create happiness,
but also cause the betrayal seen in nails on delicate
fingers chewed short, the nervous hand stroking hair from face –
unprinciple in principle.
Her anxiousness, a reflection of our incoherent want, leaves
true self concealed.
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Fragments And Reflections
PoetryPoems looking at everything and anything not in my other collections. Here you'll find life and time, wild oceans and lonely coast paths, busy streets and empty hotel rooms, wild concerts and late night writing. All just fragments and reflections, l...
