Theme: Memories

Angel

I knew as soon as she came in, she was from
a place I hadn’t been…before. She was silent.
Sat down and began some embroidery work,
a silk dress for a delightful nuptial.
By the entrance to a house we stood kissing,
the door was black as the entrance to hell,
and the ground was white as snow…her eyes
bottomless green, flickered in desire.


Search light, we had been caught in the glare
unbecoming lust, and ran to a bus shelter.
Silent rain like tears, knew I had to run away,
she wanted me to take the lift heavenward.
The elevator out of order, and her face was
lost in a miasma of the unremembered.

09-Jun-2012

More By  :  Jan Oscar Hansen

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Comments on this Poem

Comment thank you

janoscarhansen
10-Jun-2012 13:46 PM

Comment it is a true pen-picture.lovely

DEBLINA
10-Jun-2012 12:44 PM


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