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cacophony
it is the way that she touches
the kitchen counter
like it were fragile
like some crystalline surface
her fire engine red nails
ice skating delicately over the tiles
it is the way she says the word "no"
when she lies
how her palm glides steadily
down my chest
diffusing me once again
and i could truly swim
in those polyurethane eyes
soaking up every bit
of the shiny doe brown color
that is her iris
because they are beautiful
but they are also wretched things
the kitchen counter
like it were fragile
like some crystalline surface
her fire engine red nails
ice skating delicately over the tiles
it is the way she says the word "no"
when she lies
how her palm glides steadily
down my chest
diffusing me once again
and i could truly swim
in those polyurethane eyes
soaking up every bit
of the shiny doe brown color
that is her iris
because they are beautiful
but they are also wretched things
Published 21st Nov 2014
| Edited 25th May 2022
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6th Dec 2014 9:56pm
'polyurethane eyes,' that's unique. kind of an odd ending for a love poem, but then love is the prophet of odd endings...
19th Dec 2014 5:09pm
I love this poem terribly, have known the ambiances of this poem well. One thing I would change, want you to change just because I think this is an important poem that deserves to survive, is that the shift is too sudden. we have the image of her running her hand on the counter and then the shift to your chest is jarring... we need a transition. This poem is very beautiful, very relatable and I think it's almost breathtaking. You pain lovely images..and describe the pain of betrayal well.
27th Dec 2014 4:51pm
