Eyes the color of a winter day,
Smile crisp and crinkled at the edges like a falling leaf,
Heartbeat like liquid gold, seeping and melting into my mine.
Ivy entwines her feet, rooting them to the ground,
Leaving her mind free to rush with the wind, dancing to a beat only she can hear.
Her lips taste like the clouds her head is in,
Sweet like an ember sunset, unknown like an abandoned woodland, left to fester and grow.
I watch her long limbs swung over an old dock,
Sun turning her head to flame,
Her tongue tied and eyes closed,
Unafraid of the world she is lost in.
Far away she is, yet so close I could touch her skin,
The skin that's engraved with a thousand words
The bone underneath that's built with a thousand stories
The blood that flows with the stars.
Summer comes and so does she
More in her head than the man on the moon
A more cleansed soul I've never met
When her fingers graze mine their is an electricity I fear
A buzz that leaves me drunken,
Overdosed and begging for more.
I long for this foreign dreamer
Who fills my mind day and night,
Who has weaved me into her exquisite web,
Who has enchanted me with her flamboyant spell,
Who has imprisoned me to her wonder.
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Epiphany
General FictionLover of poetry and short stories? Want to be in your feelings? Need something to read that will leave you thinking? Then this book is for you. Full of emotion and thinking, this book is my only ongoing story, and a collection of my most impressive...
