interested13563 53M
985 posts
6/25/2005 7:17 pm

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5/9/2006 4:38 pm


The marble harpist was staring at the flesh-figures
behind the glass.
The incandescent green-gray eyes permeated
the harmony of the yet unheard music.
His harp defining sublime tones of a past without future,
he followed her elastic movements.
"Is Eros to be learned with the enthusiasm
of a child who has found Pandora's glass box
and not opened it yet?"
The glass was shattered by a salty Light-Ray
and the fragments of her contagious image
impinged in the clay-marble like vessels of
sky-blue clarity.
The harpist felt flesh on his fingers
and the music became sound aloft,
floating over their dreams,
as they danced to the dim, colorful, evening lights.


This was written years ago for the
most beautiful grey-green eyes that
the City of Manchester in the UK has produced
and the wonderful girl seeing through them.
I hope she is having a great life.


Copyright 2005 by interested13563

KajunKittyt4U 52F
81 posts
6/26/2005 6:55 pm

Your poem to this girl is so beautiful.

Thanks for visiting my blog, and you leaving your very nice compliment.

Hugs... Kitty.

interested13563 53M
2557 posts
6/27/2005 10:27 am

Thanks for your comment too, Kitty!

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