Not Yet

"Not yet," She calls, smile on bright face

Voice of crystal without inflection

Oh how strange, such distaste

Her dark eyes deep storms at night

And he too caught to give a fright

Her soft lips hide the sharp teeth in disgrace.

"Not yet," She softly coos in his ear

How she makes him wait

Maybe soon, maybe soon he'll hear

Exactly what she's saying

But for now he's sadly praying

For a time that's never near.

"Not yet," She states, voice polished glass

He bows his head, ring in his hand

And he wonders--maybe soon is in the past

So long he's been waiting

His fragile heart is breaking

And her gaze on him never lasts.

Reviews

[JustJasmine]

I like this. I especially love your rhythm and rhyme in this. You give really good imagery describing the entire scene in a shorter poem. And I love how you describe the woman. I can almost picture her.