Dark Poetry From A Twisted Mind
Forbidden Loveliness
Her violet eyes glisten
Like sun-kissed amethysts.
Her ruby-red lips
& lovely pearls within
Smile
A sweet, untouchable smile…
She's too beautiful
To be real.
A lovely living painting.
She paints her long
Fingernails
A Snow White apple red.
And she hums
A song she's never heard ~
That came to her
In a dream.
In perfect pitch
& melody, she breaks out
Into song.
The words are from
Some ancient language ~
From many centuries ago.
She knows not
Where the words
Came from,
Nor the origin of
The melody.
But she sings
Like there's no tomorrow.
Her voice
Glistens
Like a rich man's
Wine glass ~
Full of the most
Expensive wine.
The words,
The tone
Of her perfect voice
Shimmer
Like the water
In an unpolluted lake.
Her nails dry.
She combs her hair ~
So black,
It shines
Like apache tears.
I long to touch
Her silky hair,
To tease her lovely lips
With mine.
To fondle
Her every
Perfect curve,
To take in
Every beautiful note
Of her ghostlike song.
I cry
Into a pillow ~
Hoping for
My suffocation.
Copyright 2005, 2018
By Insomnia
April 2, 2005
2:38 p.m.
Like sun-kissed amethysts.
Her ruby-red lips
& lovely pearls within
Smile
A sweet, untouchable smile…
She's too beautiful
To be real.
A lovely living painting.
She paints her long
Fingernails
A Snow White apple red.
And she hums
A song she's never heard ~
That came to her
In a dream.
In perfect pitch
& melody, she breaks out
Into song.
The words are from
Some ancient language ~
From many centuries ago.
She knows not
Where the words
Came from,
Nor the origin of
The melody.
But she sings
Like there's no tomorrow.
Her voice
Glistens
Like a rich man's
Wine glass ~
Full of the most
Expensive wine.
The words,
The tone
Of her perfect voice
Shimmer
Like the water
In an unpolluted lake.
Her nails dry.
She combs her hair ~
So black,
It shines
Like apache tears.
I long to touch
Her silky hair,
To tease her lovely lips
With mine.
To fondle
Her every
Perfect curve,
To take in
Every beautiful note
Of her ghostlike song.
I cry
Into a pillow ~
Hoping for
My suffocation.
Copyright 2005, 2018
By Insomnia
April 2, 2005
2:38 p.m.
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Forbidden Loveliness
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