Tangible

Persuasion.. Without even a single touch, this energy,this force,wins every time.

He was mine, he was my sickness, my cold fire, my powder and ice. he tore through me like the ghetto streets, put claim of a gang into my heart. He was the Mafia of my soul.

Harlem consumed my divinity. Crusader of my violet.
Behind the iris in my eyes are the dreams, I dream so foolishly
Of my white knight.





Deana Marie 2015

Reviews

[T0TS]

Gosh, I love it, Deanna, because it is abstractly urban...it has grit yet sensual, as well...it is your real emotions up close and personal...lovely write.

[Deana Marie]

Thank you! My heart is so very thankful for your review. For your precious time you spent on me for me.

Deana xx

[T0TS]

Awwww wow, you are very welcome...it was my pleasure reading your poem :)

[samparks,sam]

S o Nice Mr.
chess welcome your , very soon I read your writing

[samparks,sam]

no this is so sweet dream

[Deana Marie]

Hello.. No hello to you mr.chess. sweetly i say thank you.. Deana

[Monica Garcia]

Wow! Very artistically established. So much in such a simple and elegant piece that is beyond relatable. Thank you for sharing.

[Deana Marie]

A precious thank you I give to you Monica! Us writer's are heavy with feeling! Loaded to the bone! Again Ty!!

[ZombiieszAreReal]

*snap snao snap* Brava darling.

[Deana Marie]

Salute' to you as well.. Thank you kindly!

[ZombiieszAreReal]

you're very welcome, send me read requests regularly :)

[Deana Marie]

I surely will... Pleasure is all mine.. Good day to you!

[Frank]

the ghetto streets - pure Gold

[Deana Marie]

Madness huh!! Something about the thrill. I am just a glutton for punishment!! So I guess, that helps the thinker open widely and connect. Thank you kindly!!