She captures the eye of the dark horse.
Something about the intensity
in which they glare
that hypnotizes her,
charms her.
Sentient decry hungry
for a puzzle to be solved.
Another heart to conquer.
Those beautiful one’s
that stand hauteur
catch her eye’s unmovable gaze.
Eye to eye passions rise,
neither willing to break the spell.
Nefarious intent, he’ll zone in on
her in the largest of crowds.
Seduce her, bleed her.
Impales her blind, faceless.
Something magnetic
about the
bombastic aura
of those dark beauties.
A resplendent serpents dance;
and when his eyes rest on her words
it’s like a genial kiss on the forehead.
Hey what can I say.. there was passion behind these words. I had a particular muse in mind at the time. lol Thank you Greg. Joyce
Joyce, IMHO, your best poetic piece, thus far. You've upped the lexicon this time round and what a wonderful conclusion.
Wendy thank you so much.. no better compliment than 'wow' this one was inspired *wink Red
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great ending, Joyce... you packaged this poem brilliantly. Really awesome! Brian