Poetry · Writing

Green Eyed Angel

Slowly down the steps,

I saw her.

Each step,

a wonder. The red dress

covered her long legs,

shinning from the moon light

drawn to her. Long hair

waving along her side,

envying the intimacy.

I couldn’t move.

The shine from the blue

sparkled, but the green,

the green

reached for my heart,

and sang.

In false command,

praying for pause

anything but ephemeral

reaching for words,

stumbling for syllables.

You are beautiful.

Whispering to me,

you are the first.



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