Autumn night.

I don't like to rhyme...

Golden lights,
blue room.
Sleepy eyes,
with black rims.
Soft air,
warm heart.
Naked legs,
smooth to touch.
Cluttered objects,
small space.
Your touch,
fills my head.

Reviews

[Aimee Mahathy]

Short, but this is amazing! It goes to show how brevity can have much more of an impact than longevity. =]
The picture this painted was amazing.
The brief way you described things, lines of so little words, it was like a simple written snapshot. And believe me, I caught it all.
You managed to jam-pack those few characters with all the emotion, colour, scent, and sensations that anyone could hope to fill words with.

Simply, simply amazing

[cartera]

Hi. I like rhyme. I like prose poetry. I like prose. I like words that are well-chosen in their proper place, as decided by the writer, in whatever construct the writer has chosen. It is not for anyone to say that this or that particular way of writing is better than an another. One is entitled not to like a particular way, as a way of expressing oneself, but that's all.
When I read I am looking for someone to express something that I have never experienced before in such a way as to allow me to at least taste the experience. I also look for the writer to express common everyday things through a different lens that makes me say: 'Ah. Mmmm.'
Your poem lies in the latter category - I am glad to say.
So there you are.
Well done.
ATB
Alex.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

I am with you... I don't like t rhyme either, gets in the way of creativity and emotions...
I love this, quick snappy lines with so much passion in so few words... a very soft but sensual write.