![]() The StrangerA Poem by icelandicblue
Rattle-skin boots sauntered into
town minutes before the sun broke out of the east. Her hair flowed like liquid copper. Her nonchalant gait was accompanied by an incandescent shadow that danced in anticipation. Everyone knew something was coming on the static charged air. Houses emptied their denizens onto verandahs and lesser front stoops. She set her sights on the rebel boy feigning indifference as he toyed with the pineapple knocker of an old door that was sliced symmetrically by the sunlight. She could compel the most ardent naysayers with her whiskey soaked voice and sapphire eyes. She smiled, smokey sensuality seeped through his stubborn barricade steeping him in a visceral heart lock with the velocity of lightening. Without words she took his hand and he understood the reason for this surreal encounter. He began to speak but she shh'd him with her finger. They began to walk toward the horizon when she broke the silence in a soft papery French accent, " I am Amour, but you already knew that, non?" © 2013 icelandicblueFeatured Review
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Added on March 23, 2013Last Updated on March 24, 2013 Author![]() icelandicblueBostonAboutI do not accept any new friend requests unless we have read and commented on each others poetry. No exceptions. I have enough homework as it is. I expect reciprocity in our exchanges. Read my work and.. more..Writing
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