You seduced
my blank p a g e s
w i t h a purple
stare
Your s c o r e agile
—with bare lines, fragile—
and a smoky
flair
*
Paper trails
going a m i s s
during o u r morning
walks
While we kept silent
O, u n s p o k e n mysteries—
fading n o c t u r n e
hawks
*
We felt dazed by
unscripted p l a y s
that informed f a s t
dreams
They begun as poems
untied their l a c e s
c r a z y thoughts
redeemed
*
I seduced
your blank pages
with s c a r l e t
thoughts
Our minds pondered—
carving fine-line wonders—
on s k i n s they
seamed
*
Now our page is orphan,
blank, and d e v o i d
of our ink
scratches
Which we read as p o e m s
but then turned all silent
s a f e in thoughts—
slow-streamed
*
There is a sea of echoes
all those t i n t e d glasses
s t o r i e s that—still
screamed
Yet we had to stay silent
—while we craved e m b r a c e s—
crazy thoughts
R e d e e m e d ?
*with thanks to my beautiful beta reader
Incredibly relatable VB. Fantastic writing
Thanks so much Bree 💜💜💜 Thank you for being my beta reader and for always being there to provide feedback
Hermoso leerte…
Gracias por compartir
mil gracias por leerme Marisol, y encantada de haber descubierto tu magnífica poesía. Qué bueno conocerte! 🙂
Great poem! Love these lines especially:
“Paper trails
going amiss
during our morning
walks”
“…as poems
untied their laces”
“Now our page is orphan”
<3
So cool you like it Nina!!! quite a personal piece, happy you particularly enjoyed those lines 🖤