Spirals and Candlelight.A Poem by Leah EverettMany of my poems have require deep understanding, as they have complex meanings. They usually tell a story or have a moral. This particular peice is about a hypnotist.Her eyes work by candlelight, She's timid, but fierce.
Don't forget she's there, Dont give an audience to the act.
She isn't sightless, she knows your inner advantages, The ones you conceal from those you cannot trust.
Lift a smile, and carry a whisper, That's all it takes to leave her infatuated.
Are you beginning to sense the ruins? What is she sowing into your heart?
No force can fake your feelings friend, Don't pretend she cannot see, when your pupils dilute.
Touch the hunger, you're craving, dont let it be! She is sneaking foolishness into your mind.
She ribbons your tie around her wrist by moons beam, Intoxication in the tongue. Through kiss and speech. Reminiscent?
'Nunca deje que sus venas correr sin amor.' 'Thy shall eternally drink in ones shadow, until the second persona is forever mislaid.'
The warning was disregarded, You suffer suspiscion from the cruelty of loved ones.
Stop switching decisions! Is it acceptable? Is it immoral? Is it love? Is it lust? Is it obsession?
She has dusted your rust, She has knocked your door.
Forget as she enters, Forbid the risk of thinking.
Three people in the room, Grins upon her face, there is no sun leaking.
Her eyes are working. Her eyes are working. Have you noticed fellow? Dear God.
Movement in the room, although inert. She calls you Sir, her words, respectful.
Danger point at the flutter of an eyelid, Pianist fingers, silky around your neck.
Dont try to let words escape, dont attempt to reject. It's too late. Disregarding a warning is lethal.
Divine odour, crimson nails. Lying on answer sheets, no choice but to answer to command.
Spanish diving into your ear, 'Puedo sentir el aumento de la fiebre.'
You favour golden tresses, and those she owns, They brush against your cheek, and you will not resist.
She is prepared, but you are not. Remember what i said, those words.
Leaning, feel the rush? There is an invisible ambience, that only they can feel.
Those words are now racket, they are screaming through the organs, The lips are in contact.
There are spirals in your eyes.
They see spirals in your eyes.
Forever will there be spirals in your eyes.
© 2011 Leah EverettAuthor's Note
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