Separated by a CommaA Poem by CrowleyA Cheyenne/CSR Joint.....one of my first friends from this site she is quite the writer and it is super cool to write with her...my Tennessee Connection.Separated by a Comma
She knew he wasn't cowboy hats and Wrangler a*s He was from the desert hot, breathing deathly dry Lassoing white collar dollars into a blue collar wallet Herding sunshine and hot pavement into an October wind The only thing that would make it cool
Arizona he was
He knew she wasn’t Dior perfume and hairspray curls Her skin fell winter snow, chilled to a pale perfection She wore two books a day on her nose to make ends meet Collecting dew covered dandelions by the armfuls to breathe The only thing that would grant a wish
Tennessee she was
She knew he was a hot mess half the time or better Intuition ticking too fast to tell the time, but keeping her heart in hours Reading the bold face type like a crystal bowling ball…..strike after strike Hoping like hell he is in time to diffuse any confusion For want of attention he climbed mountains mining diamonds and gold
Emotional he was
He knew she was ten shades of pathetic, an art Heart beating steadfast to the sound of beauty, his words Putting out feelers for any space in his emotional cover Counting in hundreds the amount of problems of loving him For want to love him, jumping cliffs and swimming oceans
Pathetic she was
Her pen greased with the blood of a young heart pumping old soul thoughts Flowed smoothly and lucidly in loops and lines, a beautiful hand Spelling her wants and desires in spreading pools, concentric circles Ripples that never die but grow into tsunamis of emotion Showing others what it is like to feel, address, express, deeply
A writer she was
His words outstood her beauty by a thousand times, black script perfection Like it or not, you were going to feel, magnified to the Nth degree He can write you cold, hot, beautiful or ugly, you are his toy as his muse If you didn’t crave him at the start, you would by the perfectly written ending Tongue craving his wit and naughtiness, heart keeping time with the sweet words
A genius he was © 2010 CrowleyAuthor's Note
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14 Reviews Added on September 2, 2010 Last Updated on September 3, 2010 AuthorCrowleyPhoenix, AZAboutLike to hang out with other writers and see what's what. Have met a lot of good people on this and other sites through the years. Decided to come back and do a little posting and reading. Hit me up i.. more..Writing
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