She changed her name
Moved to a place by the sea
Where solitude had many friends
But only city girls know how to fly
He woke up one morning
To find her gone
He was grateful
Time was on his side
She felt safe for a time
Months began to pass
Time became the enemy
The city was calling her home
He was watching her
So pure
Just waiting for his touch
His gentle touch
She was watching him
Keeping it in
A shiver ran down her spine
Her mind ahead
He charmed like time was yesterday
Mesmerizing as the potion worked its way
Inviting her to a sensual sleep
Chained to keep
She looked deep into his eyes
He was searching for the answer as he passed into oblivion
She whispered
Only city girls know how to fly.
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Comments5
Good write Paul.
Thanks, Orchi.
Very thoughtful little reverie... so many possible meanings, none of them clear, all of them evident. This is one of the things poetry does like nothing else. Much gratitude to you for sharing.
So true, a bit of mystery goes a long way.
Intriguing words Paul.
Andy
Thanks, Andy
This is rather special Paul .. certainly very much enjoyed by me ... Neville
love the atmosphere in this write..
a memorable read, thank you!
Good to see you back.
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