~ The Woman behind her Mask (Part 2.)A Poem by ~ Part Two ;) A Poetic story this night as an incognito devised to save a woman from the vexation of thinking...
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The Woman behind her Mask… (Part 2.)
She
walked away in the busy crowd, so numbed by every sound, Petrified
and bedazzled by true love, where her heart was leading her, Her
feet just walked profoundly tapping on the Venetian ground, Where
her mind was taking her, and where her eyes translated, Her
upper feeling which her heart couldn’t bring her to, not knowing Her
mission was deadly activated , she had no clue…where she was walking to… He
was around, but couldn’t find her yet, while she started to run, The
violin played harder and sharper, near the same corner he passed before, And
the people danced so dizzy in front of her, she couldn’t handle it no more They
were laughing and kissing, out loud, this was such a confusing night… In
trance everyone was, or drunk, she felt alone and full of fear, with a fuzzy
sight It
was him in any minute, who could be so near… fear, yes! But her mind, just
bright. Her intuition
was her guiding map, she felt in love so badly before… She
was the same time scared, because only he, could feel her fears, He
sniffed her this time better than he failed, before, oh yes he was focused
more... She
was running the wrong direction, in the maze of the Venetian Labyrinth She
turned in circles, as she remembered she was there before… The
same violin playing, scary and haunting air to breath, and he was there to
score… He
passed just some meters next to her, His eyebrows curled up, Too
much masks she saw, and a smoke of sweat was there, But,
she recognized his, through all of this, with the right passing air, His
odore… his smell, as she started to ran away as fast as she could, She
threw her high heels into the azure blue water, without thinking To
make more speed, and run, faster, but he, saw them sinking, He
followed her trough every street, yelling her name so hard… She
couldn’t stop running, and parades passed beside her way, So
loud, and confusing, for him, to see her clearly moving away, He
was focused and sharps his eyes, while sniffing her perfume… She
found a gondola to hide in, but her dress was as a red flower to bloom It
betrayed her so clearly, as her plan was failed, into darkly doom He
was there too, and saw her red dress hang out of the gondola, As
he came closer to find what he needed… his mind so clear His
breath so raw, and that heavy she could hear him thinking… As
it could ever be over any minute, she thought, As
she left the bottom and pulled off the anchor Too
far away into nothing what was left… but rancor And
then he jumped into the gondola, to take her hand, He
pushed her to his hot and warm body closely, Almost
out of oxygen and heavy gasping he stared at her He
watched her in the eye, and started to kiss her deeply His
hands formed a circle around her neck…she couldn’t resist His
strong and beautiful male formed wrists… ~ Elisa
Laura, To
be continued… © 2013Author's Note
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