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08. Your Mona Lisa
by Philippa JaneBeneath an echoing sky, I rediscover the space
neighboring your side where beams of light join
iris to oval, little me your luminous reflection.
Exhale and our remembrance of bare hours
will ensue.
I can already taste my love-laden sin between
your lips, limbs writhing around a scorched
tongue. But you always adored me as Mona
Lisa, mute and interpretable, before she required
a map to her smile. 01/20/2004 Posted on 01/21/2004
Copyright © 2024 Philippa Jane
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Karen Michelle on 01/21/04 at 01:08 PM Christ. Have you ever been so beautiful? Whatever you're doing to arrive at this point, keep doing it. xo |
| Posted by Karen Michelle on 01/22/04 at 01:00 PM The more I read this, the more I wish I had written it. Not because the thoughts are in my head, just because it's so flawless and breathtaking. I want to be the one to own such brilliance. Amazing, xo. |
| Posted by Indigo Tempesta on 03/29/04 at 10:25 PM vivid, passionate; but still removed and reflective, slightly amused. especially the last line, the map. wonderful. i can't believe i've never been to your library before. |
| Posted by Jeanne Marie Hoffman on 04/22/04 at 06:14 PM Gorgeously subtle. The images creep across the lines. :) |
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