Round Robin 2
Dusk descends slowly upon us.
The encroaching darkness allows
me to shed some of my inhibitions.
I wear the night like a cloak
that is light and carefree.
He, though, melds into the shadows
and becomes reticent and withdrawn.
He slinks silently into blackness
that cannot be penetrated. He doesn't
know how well he wears moonlight.
He is at his most attractive and least
approachable. Even as I wrap myself
around him, I know he isn't really there.
The encroaching darkness allows
me to shed some of my inhibitions.
I wear the night like a cloak
that is light and carefree.
He, though, melds into the shadows
and becomes reticent and withdrawn.
He slinks silently into blackness
that cannot be penetrated. He doesn't
know how well he wears moonlight.
He is at his most attractive and least
approachable. Even as I wrap myself
around him, I know he isn't really there.
posted by Vickie at 9:14 PM
5 Comments:
Ooh V! I really like this one!
Ditto. He doesn't
know how well he wears moonlight. Something struck me about that line. The whole thing is a twinge erotic - very mysterious. Nicely done. :)
As I told Erin earlier, I lost this poem when the computer froze up. This was the re-write. I don't know which was better, the original or the re-write. But, I'm so glad you both like it.
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Yeah, it's me. I dig this. Be cool.
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