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Intoxication

While all the other flowers
were deep in their winter’s
drabness of faded colors,
she shone a full radiance.

She was crowned by a halo
of white hair, its beauty
administered by the dark
swirling streaks within.

And light came to my domain,
again my heart lightened up
to the attraction of a magnet,
or perhaps, the pull of gravity.

And when I stood next to her,
mesmerized in her presence,
the urge came upon me to be
impulsive, taste her sweet lips.

About This Poem

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Country/Region: The Nederlands

Favorite Poets: William Butler Yates, Wallace Stevens, Giuseppe ungaretti, William Blake

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Lavender

Lavender

5 years 10 months ago

Intoxication

Hello, tyro,
Oh my goodness...so beautiful. So pure and romantic. Beautiful.
L

Geezer

Geezer

5 years 10 months ago

The end...

makes one wonder; if indeed you got to taste those lips and maybe the impulse was acted upon; perhaps you got a slap for it? Or was the impulse overcome and you continue to wonder yet? I'm not sure that I would have used the words lightened up, so close to the " light came to my domain", maybe you could say: my heart was drawn, as the attraction of a magnet. Nice stuff! ~ Geezer.
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T

tyro

5 years 10 months ago

Your suggestion n about

Your suggestion n about light is a good one, will consider changes ...and no, I did not act on the impulse.

C

c lynn brooks

5 years 10 months ago

Tyro

Your poem says so much in so few words it is just beautiful

T

tyro

5 years 10 months ago

Hi Brooks

Hi Brooks
I guess because it was true incident

Rula

Rula

5 years 10 months ago

Tender as it

is, I can see the lady in command flattered with your words and blushing as she reads the last few lines.
Thank you for sharing.

T

tyro

5 years 10 months ago

Hi dear Rula,

Hi dear Rula,
I did give her the poem and she said she never blush, but now she did.