With a smile as pure
as God’s cocaine, she
disarms even the
coldest of hearts and
draws eyes like
steel-tipped arrows
over castle walls
Her silky appearance
clings to my thoughts
like a twice-worn
wedding dress clings
to hope
And nothing will
suffice when the girl
with the green eye shadow
wisps away
from Crushed Black Velvet
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A bright and evocative poem, Phil. Thanks for sharing