I’ll come back to you.
Promises:
a crystal glass;
delicate and breakable
Either empty
or full
Perhaps half full
or overflowing
You present to me
this crystal glass
in the cupped hands
which hold my face;
Clutching me close in the cold river water
Your promises
shining as bright as your eyes
and certain as your arms
Clear as your love for me
and full as your smile
Now you’ll always know
I could never forget
those promises made
in the green waters
of your gaze.
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Author:
Nicole Brant (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 11th, 2017 00:19
- Category: Love
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Comments4
The analogy of eye color to that of water, nicely played.
Nice Work!
Nicole, this is beautiful! I like both the writing and the metaphors.
Thank you everyone!
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