Waiting

Her dark eyes flashed before me, black diamonds, hewn.

Her smile illuminated the tables Set before her laugh, I waited to catch my diamonds as they spilled from her eyes.

Her movements pure grace, a butterflies flight. 

Lost to most, she delivered menu's, I dared feel that only I could see her fare.

Subtle beauty in the clink of a glass and the very tone of her speaking, crystal, delivered in rhythmic beats from far off drums echoing in my heart, my desire, holding her cups, I wished to drink her.

To me? I asked. What gift have you to me? I know mine, your gift, if you will simply open it.

Oft have I gazed and yet now so stirred find myself before you, lay your sustenance upon my table and let me sup, in doing so be filled. 

Take nourishment from me as I feed. 

Lay with me, Gentle Rose, let me soil your roots and feed me with your nectar. 

That taste adding sting to the bee, the honey upon us, you black diamonds illuminating my pleasure, even if for one offering, nourish me.

Reviews

[bob, small b. aka invs]

while the style is a bit flowery for my taste .... "lay your sustenance upon my table and let me sup".... i must say this is really well written. the yearning, the awe, the star-struck wonder is obvious in every line. whoever it was written about must be amazing.

[Shelley Holt-Lowrey]

For a man who writes funny, you sure maintain a hidden depth Mister. Nice insight into the man behind the prop engine. Would that everyone could see such beauty and imaginings in such a simple moment - a simple gesture. There is the dawning of poetry such as this piece. Single moment, suspended in time, and enlarged to 1Mx magnification. (Is 1Mx even a thing?) Thanks for posting.

[Rusty]

1mx isn't that a bmx race in Irving?

[Shelley Holt-Lowrey]

Good! It is a thing... and exactly what I meant in the review! I mean - it SOUNDS out of context but just think about it for a bit....