from the distance i've been keeping well
i spit sugar honey at you
with a cinnamon zephyr breath
that dissipates deep in the sea of faces
belonging to names i recognize
but there's no connection or attraction
us and them aren't the same species
just like mountain men and Survivor fans
we've got a common drive but different means
but i've been floating stolen glances from afar
at the patterns of wispy strands across your face
and the skin exposed in a waist-line sliver
and our hair's got some common colours
and our names have a couple of common letters
we've got the sky in our eyes
Hey darlin'
Ain't it horrid, these moments? I figure out someone's phone number and study it for signs that we're fated to be together. Analyze my "hello" for hours, agonize over that look she gave me. In the end, I figure it all was nothing, which is probably true, but hey. Anyway, this poem seemed kind of unfinished....it's like it was missing the last couple of lines. I strongly suggest that you check out the couple of my poems on the main page that have been "critiqued"(hah), as this prophet is great at giving advice, and even better at writing poems!
you have an incredible way with words... i love your style. this is beautiful...
this is pretty crazy and good!hehe if u controlled what came from your pen you wouldnt have a gift,just words!
au revoir , ~*Guinevere*~