That One Girl With The Face

What moment's off, standing lone
When all peace has shed to fear?
Who owns the window quietude,
Of a silent august heir?
His eyes the tight rope stretched to taut
Of sparse blue across the desert salt.
His smile like the shadow walk
Of moon glow across the valley fault.
The strong yet thoughtful
Whispered folly
Finding love
Whose beauty calling
Piked his heart
Atop her ridges
Growing still
Down perfect edges.
Enamored
Lost
And bid farewell
To any thoughts
But love to dwell.
He pitched the rest
Out to the sky
And let all doubt
Begin to die.
His body rests
Unbothered now
Due in part to
Beauty's spell.

Reviews

[Matching Socks]

Don't ever get caught in Beauty's spell!
It's a trap!

[Kc Aiken]

I knew she was after something. Especially after sticking my heart on a pike. I mean at first I thought it was a grand gesture but now my heart aches from all the holes.

[Matching Socks]

LOL!! Maybe I can fill those holes with silly putty for you?

[Kc Aiken]

Only if you take the silly putty and paste over my printed poems. Then I want you to stretch it until it fits perfectly into your life.

[Matching Socks]

That's a lot of holes... I'm going to need more putty. :)