saw i last night, a moonlight that's never been before; bright in darkness against a spotless white night sky, specs of brown stardust dance sweetly about, hypnotizing, an dpulling my eyes to gaze so frozenly. it seemed to do nothing but float. that which sees me as a child, forms a perfected shape of a golden almond; that which looks at me with such lustful intentions, shines liek the morning, yet hide so much as the night; lids curve as the waves...opening slowly to reveal such wonder; questions like the sea... so deep...so endless...so passionate...so powerful. sustained as the clouds are in the heaven.
saw him last night, sunshine that's setting away; as he looked in my eyes...clearly deformed in every way. with tears that blur that shining deep brown, wide, and full of questions and doubts. lashes that seem to fall out envelope its shape, curves are no longer...but straight and lifeless. its whiteness but a valley for red streams to flow, corners sharp as knives, it killed him to look.
that which stares at utter beauty cries for perfection; tears ablaze as if 'twas gasoline. such fire in his eyes burned hers with such affection, that it did dry the tears that filled her dying soul.
If you tend to believe romantic, passionate, masculine poetry is a thing of past eras, read "She Intrigues Me," and be swept away in the beautiful craft of a contemporary poet of love.
From First Love to its destructive end and on to new beginnings, Mary Angela Nangini's poems explore the birth and death of a relationship. The powerful poems are presented in two parts with an introduction to her next book My Ontario Beautiful. (Th
PJ
As for your poem, it's very detailed and imaginative!
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