
There was something
about the way your eyes
absorbed the light
which made me
want to soak into
the depths of them
or adorn them on my skin
like jewels
rich multi-textures
tossed flecks of gold
floating up to the surface
I was spellbound by your gaze
just wanted to taste
the delicious nature of you
try to understand why
I couldn't weave the right words
find a poetic gesture to describe
the essence of who
you were to me
the love I felt down to the
marrow of my aging bones
You slipped away from
the length of my fingertips
I watched you disappear
over the horizon of my limited vision
wanted to raise my fists in anger
but I understood your gypsy ways
so there was nothing I could say
even though my need for you
was like an overlooked plum
vulnerable and exposed
lost and left to wither
in this vast snow covered orchard















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over the horizon of my limited vision".
Thanks, B.
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Terrific poetry, as we have come to expect... you should know by now that love defies explanation...there are no words to describe the feeling we have when in love, yet we still try...and we can't make someone love us...it is a magical gift that comes to us, or doesn't, whether we like it or not...
It's reassuring that love can reconstitute that withered prune into a ripe and juicy plum ready to be picked and eaten...
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Yep, & Shania Twain perfected that to one of the Top 10 Best Selling albums of all time!
August Lady - Good point. :)