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We walked without shadows
by Laura DoomMelissa wore little more
than a wide brim and shallow smile.
The tease of seven echoed pleasures
glittered as sweat kissed her skin
and drew obscenities on my naked mind.
Summoned to the shade of a manna ash
withered in adolescence, we shed
the weight of midday heat and lay
notionless, burnt offerings to a god
obscured by the haze of industry
to which we once aspired.
A sparrowhawk skimmed waves
of wilted grass that crowned
our doleful glade; clouded yellows
floated dreamlike, capriccio in ripples
of distress. I opened my eyes,
and smiled
in the belief that I was staring
directly into the sun. Our pleasures worn
as habits, our fears played out
in ritual; not until Melissa had melted
to memory were my eyes unsealed. Life
may not be sweet, but I have grown
to savour its tasteless symmetry. 02/25/2014 Posted on 02/25/2014
Copyright © 2024 Laura Doom
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jim Benz on 02/25/14 at 10:49 PM There is nothing about this poem that I don't like. So I'll leave it at that. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/26/14 at 11:20 AM A very unique and thought provoking expression of relationship. Interesting, the dangling word linking S3 and S4. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 02/26/14 at 03:50 PM I love the word 'notionless' as most of us live our lives thinking of what comes next. Very well done! |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/27/14 at 01:06 AM Nothing quite as unique as the world according to Ms. Doom. My chuckles ripple.... |
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