deepundergroundpoetry.com

A Small Gathering

It was during the time at a small gathering at a friends house, when the little arrow struck. She wore a thin blue silken dress, which gave the effect of celestial waters running down her body.
She was going around the table serving all her guests the food she had prepared for them. I would say that her mere presence added to its flavor.
As I stared at her across the room, I thought to myself, the potter must have had steady hands as he fashioned your face, and every one of your curves he formed with such diligence and grace. Although it is written “ if thine eye offendeth thee, pluck it out,” I only wish I had 100, that I may prolong this offense.
As if sensing a disturbance- probably the pounding of my affection rippling across the room- she turned to me. The radiance of her glow reflecting off her smooth skin and lushes hair, her smile luminous with precious pearls of promise, and her perfume smelt as if she spent the evening in the gardens of Eleusis.
She walked up to me, and with a soft smile said hello, but I spoke not a word, for fear I might contaminate the purity of her sphere. But Love needs no words, for volumes can be read, by looking into my eyes.
DevineDewDrops
Written by DevineDewDrops (JonathanCocos)
Published
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 1 reading list entries 0
comments 4 reads 95
Commenting Preference: 
The author encourages honest critique.

Latest Forum Discussions
SPEAKEASY
Today 11:13pm by The_Silly_Sibyl
SPEAKEASY
Today 11:12pm by Northern_Soul
SPEAKEASY
Today 11:11pm by The_Silly_Sibyl
SPEAKEASY
Today 11:08pm by Northern_Soul
POETRY
Today 10:54pm by Bluevelvete
SPEAKEASY
Today 9:30pm by Cipher_O