Poppy Red

Poppy Red

A Poem by Trée
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Two lovers in a Mediterranean village.

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 I think of copper coins tossed
our palms to the sun
our fingers gently splayed

And the splash
to seal the wish
tied like bows with our smiles

Your lips, that day
I remember
as I traced them with my finger

And your eyes
wet with intent
looked at me as I was looking at you

We kissed in the sun
before the fountain
soaking in the eyes upon us

To be adored
and envied
a universal connection to all who witnessed

I remember your waist
as I pulled you tight
and the small of your back

And in your hair
a flower I placed
poppy red, a crimson solitaire

You looked at me
as no one has ever looked before
with eyes lost in dance

And I swung you to
and dipped you fro
a wish complete (come true)I think of copper coins tossed
our palms to the sun
our fingers gently splayed

And the splash
to seal the wish
tied like bows with our smiles

Your lips, that day
I remember
as I traced them with my finger

And your eyes
wet with intent
looked at me as I was looking at you

We kissed in the sun
before the fountain
soaking in the eyes upon us

To be adored
and envied
a universal connection to all who witnessed

I remember your waist
as I pulled you tight
and the small of your back

And in your hair
a flower I placed
poppy red, a crimson solitaire

You looked at me
as no one has ever looked before
with eyes lost in dance

And I swung you to
and dipped you fro
a wish come true

© 2009 Trée


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wow, deep

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ah, romance is such a wonderful thing. Nice write. Captured that moment nicely. Felt like I was there. :)

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on February 7, 2009

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Trée
Trée

Franklin, TN



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When I was in college I was told I should not consider a career in writing. For the next 20 years I wrote nothing. About three years ago, I discovered blogging and fractals. I started posting fractals.. more..

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A Poem by Trée