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by Cassandra Leigh

His mouth opened, but no sound
came out.
They stood on the stone veranda,
looked up through the candlelight, the
white branches and thin decadent
smoke curls against the black velvet
sky and he
blew bemusedly out the side of his
mouth as he murmured
She was so beautiful, she made me

We laughed about it then, but
sometimes it comes to pass where
outside of circumstance,
you just
stop dead caught by
long eyelashes, elegant fingers or
the profile of an upper lip like a bird
on the horizon
and it's like the birth of
Venus, and you write
poetry but not with
words, as
for a moment you stand
outside of time, captivated
by phantom forces, you spin
as if your tether was cut and re-tied
to an axis that resonates
to the beat of a monstrous heart


Author's Note: rough.

Posted on 07/19/2012
Copyright © 2021 Cassandra Leigh

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 07/23/12 at 08:26 PM

Rough, sure, but that's definitely one of the things I like about this.

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