A Hive of Sweetness Full of Sting

She had a smile
that never quite reached her eyes;
always ending at the slightly turned up corners
painted on the edges of her mouth;
lovely crater home,
a hive of sweetness full of sting.
But still her smile
tattooed itself into my heart
and made me bleed with tenderness.
So captivated was I by her beauty;
the eloquent hollowness, the superb emptiness...
and I climbed the mountain to her soul
where vapor filled my fingers,
i had made the long and difficult trip
only to find it was not there.
She must have fallen from the stars too swiftly;
unable to grab a spirit for her journey.
She imitated humans with no humanity as a guide,
only old movies she viewed over and over
solo in the night
learning to perfect the illusion of a gentle eccentric nymph
leading me into her madness with a smile.
"Suzanne takes me down to her place by the River",
and I followed so easily, so unaware...
a smile that lit my world with empty eyes
Oh imagine when I awoke,
my surprise.

Reviews

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. a captivating title ... followed by a skillful composition and rendition ... "eloquent hollowness" and "superb emptiness" are rather innovative expressions ... personally, i never really had a shot at experiencing this emotion ... the insane degrees of insensitive behaviour i was subjected to ... since i was 9 ... made me someone who is pained by frivolity ... hurt by the supercilious ... and tarnished by the judgmental ... nonetheless, it's obvious to me that you are an incredibly skilled and sensitive poet ...

[Ed Hart]

we know that somewhere a hand was put to her life and stole a dimension