Jeanarde's tale

Gerard's ode to our love

Vague. It was all vague.

Cemented movements swayed over our topaz eyes.

Gyrating dim creature escaping from a Caravaggio painting has left me again.

There was something about these sealed bordeaux lips that would never whisper lucidity into the day.

She wanted me to whisper back through a wave of  berserk acts.   

Every barley affected joke told  to me by Loui or Cole would become rustle whenever she passed me with headphones buried in her eyes. Her playlist was played in her cinders.

Affection was an emotional genre overlooked by her.

Discomfort screamed out of her palms whenever I smiled at her from the other side.

Downturned lids would always go south when there was a potential gaze.

I freezed her notions and teleported her into the skies where her heavenly melody belongs.

There was nowhere to go but into the repertory of my fondness. 

Reviews

[Pryde Foltz]

Haunting and beautiful write:)

[Ruth]

You have woven so much imagery into this piece that it immersed me, sheer power and excellent, much enjoyed! :)

[Einstein Noodle]

topaz eyes .. how exquisite and changing .. can be only one color .. "clear" without impurities ;) and so many others with them .. i am confused as to who is who?? not hard to kombooboolate me .. Jeanarde must be of French origin but can be F or M .. but your poem is written from Gerards perspective .. pretty sure that is M ... so here is Jeanette .. writting a poem about Jeanarde .. from the perspective of Gerard .. arrrrrrrrrgh!! ;)
i loved searching Caravaggio and paintings .. so stark and crisp .. your language is brilliant says i .. i read this as a story of profound impassioned love from afar ... relegated to the land of i wishes .. very fine work JL .. very fine indeed! want to read more :)
E.

[Jeannette Lunete]

Jeannette+Gerard=Jeanarde I prognosed confusion about the name.
Thanks for reading and reviewing. :)

[Einstein Noodle]

oh you are a sneaky little thing aren't you! ;) .. did not mean to force your secret out .. :))
read moreoh you are a sneaky little thing aren't you! ;) .. did not mean to force your secret out .. :))
E.
ps again .. your language is superb .. every line is pretty much a favorite .. so unique and creatively said! i read it again and it is even better
E.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

nothing like a melody to win her over...my favorite line is "Affection was an emotional genre overlooked by her"

the cemented movements become more lithe and agile, they soften, she looks up and smiles.

[Jeannette Lunete]

Thanks Jacob for reading and reviewing. The line with the smile would be a great addition. :)