Vermeil
She did not want
the wind to catch her
unawares again
Not the way it caught
and took her breath
away back then …
Maybe that is why she
clutches tightly
and she lays across
him lightly
Almost like a feather
might …
After all she is a gold
and silver second skin
Burnished, bright
but spread oh’ so
wafer thin …………
Untarnished in her
own true glory ..
Tho cold when set
a’gen near naked skin
She is often
understated if not a
somewhat
sentimental sin
Sometimes though
they may just
smile politely and then
whisper soft
her real name .. Vermeil
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Author:
Neville (
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- Comment from author about the poem: ................................................................................... if you wanna meet her Orchidee, her number is on the reverse of this here page .. thought i might take a leaf outa your book :)
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The gold in your words flows like a tapestry clinging to the world.
Andy
Most kind of ya Andy ... you really ought to poem those words before someone else does ...........
Sounds like a plan to me.
Andy
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I not met any gals named Vermeil, I must admit! She sounds like an eloquent lass, as expressed here.
A tapestry clinging... see, I'm nicking Gold's words. The unforgivable sin of plagiarism!
.............................. Plagiarism gets my goat and my Guinea-pig so got 'cha Orchidee & muchly 🙂
Neville, (this is where I get thrown out of MPS for heresy) I find the (very well constructed) poem a bit sus - or rather the interpretations placed upon it by your esteemed correspondents.
I believe it's about the 'him' glowing in self satisfaction at his smoothly (but thin) polished exterior.
Regards, Dave
..................... It aint gonna happen... but a gentleman never tells ... maybe... just maybe mind... ya could be write .. Cheers Dave
oh you clever Poet:
is this commentary on him perceiving her as his 'second skin', untameable electric attraction fusing their fantasies into one murky reality,
or is this her perception of self - her worth, as a self-demeaning take on aesthetic beauty while underneath it all she considers herself as mere decorative silver, when she yearns to have been born into the world of all things 'real' gold...
brilliantly subtle, truly an insightful write pondering intricacies that play out in our moment's of vulnerable intimacy,
or I'm just reading too much into things as usual, lol
a Brilliant write either way!
.........................You just done good ... very good indeed LB and much appreciated too you are sir
Neville
Such a gentle old-fashioned tribute to sentimentality when politeness wins over unveiled vermeil- skin. Intriguing again my friend - - - - but I like it. immensely..............x
Dont ya just love a bit of intrigue .. I know I do .. thanking you so very much for such a lovely set o words my dear friend n truly ..... x
Beautiful poem, flows well!..C
................................................ how bloomin kind of ya C, thank you so much
You have so preciously captured the permanence of one laid over the other, as only your words could
Bless you my friend ... how incredibly kind ................. I now feel absolutely lacquered 🙂
I needed this to see what's right in front of me!
So much more passion in your words, leaves me blissfully thoughtless!
Thank you!
............................................................ Cheers Dan ... much appreciated my friend ...
Oh might she be a radiant star
Whose shine is feather light
Golden beams flowing from afar
Upon the eyes such a delight
Oh might she be beautiful gal
Whose skin is the fabric of gold
Who makes men’s ego swell
A beautiful sight to behold
( such loveliness your poetic words hold)
Much enjoyed
Thank you so bloomin much RB, a much appreciated review and then some ...
All Good Things,
Neville
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