Like GlassA Poem by JRShe said my poems are like glass I think she thought that meant they were clear and she could see right through them she drank her wine and smiled above the rim my poems are like glass she said; She says they are like glass and she takes a pea from the bowl, pulls the seeds with her teeth and tosses the shell aside casually she thinks that’s a poetic action, she thinks I will take note and write about it and she’s right, I watch her delicate fingers each do a dance over their own to her lips, parted, the air to her wicked tongue that I so long to taste she laughs she winks her amber eye crinkle around the lines age has just started to carve that I long to trace, later, when the lamp burns low she knows how that glass cuts skin and exposes that heart still thudding despite the cold, exposed to air and straining she’s held that old organ in the delicate fingers I so poetically noted, she's positive I hide nothing behind glass, the silicate she thinks these little poems are; Poems as glass, sharp little things glitter and sting and bleed, and always reflect back from the angle we see. © 2020 JRFeatured Review
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1 Review Added on March 12, 2020 Last Updated on March 12, 2020 AuthorJRPlacerville, CAAboutWriting again Interesting times to be living in, kind of a cool time to be a writer and documenting the world. more..Writing
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