~Nothing is sacred...A Poem by Clyde du CoeurThe narrator is curious about the sexes...There is this one girl… And I can’t take my eyes off her.
She’s got these eyes which could pierce a heart and bleed it dry; Hypnotic like the Afghan Girl from nineteen eighty-five, I feel her eyes on me and instantly I need: Replenishment, refreshment, to keep me alive.
I have only seen her twice… The first time, she looked at me intimately; I've never felt that way before... This Saturday I will see her thrice.
Ashamed to say, I soon forgot the feeling.
But I saw her again this Thursday; Her eyes took me by surprise, so intense and piercing, And the feelings came flooding back; The way she looked at me…
In her presence, when it was my time to utter, I could only stutter; I hope they didn’t think me demented, But if they knew what I felt for her, They might consider me demented.
I must say that I did get distracted in Jazz, Thinking about her – this time I hadn’t forgot, She wasn't in the room, but her eyes haunted me… She temporarily ties my heart in knots.
Today, Friday, when quizzed about others, I kinda forgot and spoke without expression; It’s almost as if the men mean nothing. You have conquered my thoughts, That’s my confession.
Intensity triumphs over everything: A look, a glance; A kiss… Desire fuels my lust: The fantasy where lips touch, eyes close, And nothing is sacred…
"Baby I would let your darkness invade me; You could maybe turn this white light into navy" © 2008 Clyde du CoeurReviews
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Added on August 22, 2008Last Updated on August 22, 2008 AuthorClyde du CoeurUnited KingdomAboutI love writing poetry, songs and stories. I like living life because events invite me to review them in a poetic way. I've always loved creative subjects like music, creative writing, photography, dra.. more..Writing
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