Carnation in color
matching no other
sun kissed are the petals
I dare not disturb her
I steadily write with my pen
of how she dances in the wind
She didn’t bob or weave
it was a heartfelt curtsy
I saw that she wasn’t free
Ensnared to a life of loneliness
she frees herself in the emptiness
with eyes that glanced her way
Only from a distance
can she appreciate happiness
Bottled and aged with sophistication,
Her look. Her charm.
More so, my virginity unrelated.
She pours into my glass,
smooth as satin only her and I know.
Her elegance intoxicating.
Touching my lips, I ask for more.
Sharing my thoughts with her,
I breathe in every bittersweet reply.
Glass after glass,
eventually calling it a night.
I went to bed alone,
laying there in silhouetted light.
I fell in love with a woman
who I met in a glass of red wine.
I apologize for “Spamming” the crap out of your Reader Feed and deleting the comments that you have left on the poetry here. For that, I really am sorry. I apologize a lot, don’t I?
On the upside, everything is organized and so much better! I am also breaking in the new laptop, so far…so good.
There are some new pages that I added for you to take a glance at! I hope that you enjoy!