He watches her, slowly undress
Dignified, creation of beauty
Lost in her soul
Interrupted by death
She watched him
Impassive
Every Night the same
Searching
He saw through the beauty
To the woman
Gentle like snow
Interrupted by death
Every night the same
Searching, for what
Lost in time
Naked
Touched by her radiance
Innocence, dance like
Love on clouds
Interrupted by death
She felt something
Strange
Trying to define
Yet dangerous
She could be her
For that second
Just a second
Interrupted by death
He was a drug now
She, the night dancer
Closer
Brought together
Passage of the woman
Running towards him
Warm
Interrupted by death
He could have her soul
Unveiled, for the final time
The night dancer
Bows out, beauty untouched
Interrupted by death.
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Author:
Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 11th, 2021 04:29
- Category: Erotic
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Comments6
Beautiful one.
Thank al17
Beautiful but quite sad. I really enjoyed reading this.
was quite sad.
What was noticed was a different feel
To others it may seem a dream
But often they were ignorant
It’s wonder that a poet wrote by…
A very different poetry dear Paul
Good one
Change is good
Feels sad but beautifully written.
Thanks, Rozina
Almost attainable, lost.... sad.....
Thanks, Lorna.
A paradox of beauty and tragedy, interrupted by death. Powerful writing sir.
Thanks, Garth.
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