Laid out beneath soft summer skies,
Caramel skin glistens like silk;
The sun dances in those amber eyes.
Quiet breath and muted sighs,
Fingers pressing against pursed lips,
Laid out beneath soft summer skies.
I feel them all; the lows, the highs,
The touch of oily, scented skin, and
The sun dances in those amber eyes.
Her collarbone, her ribs, her thighs,
Butterfly-fragile under fumbling fingers,
Laid out beneath soft summer skies.
When the warm light finally dies,
I lean towards her as the last of
The sun dances in those amber eyes.
Before our lips touch and its no surprise
She turns her head away from mine,
Laid out beneath soft summer skies,
The sun dances in those amber eyes.

















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You can't always get what you want.
I knew it was a villanelle, I recognised the structure from Dylan Thomas's Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night! I'm so impressed with myself.
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You bashed your head and I found something to do; I make up memories of me and you, it's like playing with your food, it's like playing with your food.
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Remember, remember, the Fifth of November...
--V For Vendetta
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i'd seen this style of poetry before in the local paper once. i didn't know what it was called though.
This was nice.... again.
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No single raindrop believes that it is the cause of the flood.
And yeah, that's the hard bit.
Thanks for the kind words.
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No single raindrop believes that it is the cause of the flood.
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