![]() BEAUTY HAS ITS DISTANCEA Poem by andrew mitchell![]() Any comments appreciated![]()
She strolls to the window
Her robe slips to the floor Light touches her inner-most thighs What she's thinking I'm not sure. I find myself in no man's land Snuffed out is her flame Her flames of desire:I cannot see They just no longer remain. Tracing the curve of her spine From the sunlight in her hair Her petite curves eloquent Her skin pale and fair. She paints my thoughts with pictures Slowly brushing strokes A rainbow of all her colours That desire she evokes. I wonder, while she's searching That look seems far away So I beckon her, come back to bed To continue our passionate play. But as she turns toward me Tears build in her eyes Is this the end.....I wonder As she turns to face the sky.
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Added on March 1, 2015Last Updated on February 1, 2016 Author![]() andrew mitchelladelaide, AustraliaAboutStrindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more..Writing
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