She teases me with every
Thought
That’s left behind
Once the mist disappears
From within my mind.
Left exposed & naked
As the day she was born
Whenever in her mind
She discovers me
She clicks me, her thoughts
Sending me a tease.
Immediately wondering
As to a why
I have not yet replied
She impales her image
Deeper within my head
Like a tick embedded
on a hound’s neck.
Visa versa
If I had initiated
A contact
Wedging myself
In that circular file
She calls a head
A respond,
I’ll still be waiting for.
Now is my time
To play her Mind Games
For I have planted a seed
Within her thoughts
Illuminating
Her troubled mind
With an image lasting her
For a life time.
William, the game can always be played by two & you've describe this great in this poem...I found this to be an excellent poem and I'd say you have a keeper here. Loved it!
Fantas-tick write William, I thought diffently about that line, guess
my thoughts are on romance...very truthful words about mind games, Loved the reading of your work...Hugs, Peggy
If she read "like a tick embedded on a hound's head"...no fellow musketeer will save your ass from parking on the couch a few nights.
Overall, the poem not only says how devoted you are to her or how your heart are aiming at, it also says about giving withot reservations, with that soul purity which only the truth can hold.
Excellent.
Georg
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
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George
Hey Sir “D’Artagnan” william bonilla...you have a great tan on your new Bio Pic...send some of that sun over this way....flippen cold here!!
Love Tinka :)
Effectively thought provoking, an excellent write. Well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
peace,
dan
To play her Mind Games
Most intriguing, D'Artagnan.
my thoughts are on romance...very truthful words about mind games, Loved the reading of your work...Hugs, Peggy
Overall, the poem not only says how devoted you are to her or how your heart are aiming at, it also says about giving withot reservations, with that soul purity which only the truth can hold.
Excellent.
Georg