Vaun Moore

Vaun Moore Poems

He said the air was better in Paris.
In Paris we could breathe
Like we never could
Here in the little home I had built.
...

It has been so long since I've watched you sleeping;
Watched the blue night descend on your body like a thick blanket.
Sometimes, your hair would cast itself like a net,
Snaring your face in fragile, moth-like tendrils.
...

We count the seconds
Where once the hours weren't enough
Silence now forces us too speak
Where once words were to much
...

I met you in a splendor of giggling
Amid summer dust in New York City…

Gulping merriment,
...

One day, there will be a woman besides you
Who paints her lips a deeper shade of red
In an attempt to hold onto you
...

Daintily you move alongs the garden path
Stopping now and then only to smell the roses
And the lilies
And the magnolias
...

I watch from the top of the stairs
As his head disappears quickly between the heavy doors
No doubt running swiftly (world class marathoner)
Down the stairs, fleeing into her waiting arms
...

There are nights like these
When sleep refuses to come
And everything I touch reminds me of you
A novel, the remote, the pillow
...

I look at you and I see myself-
Same eyes
Same nose
Same mouth
...

10.

On quiet little cat feet
You come crawling in the thick of the night
Skillfully breaking down my every defense
Until there is only me
...

You leave slowly
Like the breath of a dying woman
Shuddering slightly as it passes between pearly white teeth
...

Dusk descends on the World
And distance lies between us like the grave
Cold, silent, unforgiving
Where are you my Darling?
...

Vaun Moore Biography

Vaun Moore is my nom de plume for me,22 year old girl living in New York City, trying to make her way in this world. I have never been in love, yet my poems are so deeply personal, that it often leaves one to wonder. I will say this however, I never write about myself, only about people I have met or observed from a far. I am currently working on my second volume of poems, for personal pleasure, but I hope to build up the courage to seek publication. Any one with info on how to go about it please let me know. All poems are copyrighted.)

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He Said...

He said the air was better in Paris.
In Paris we could breathe
Like we never could
Here in the little home I had built.

So...
I left with him
For the better air
And wine and cheese and cafes and Paris
And because I too wanted to breathe.

Yesterday he left
For Spain and Spanish things
And the little Flamenco dancer
From the Café...

Outside my window
The rain pounds mercilessly on the roses he planted for me...
Such lovely things,
So sad to see them die.

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