The many sides and facesOf her locked into the colors
Trouble me
Like she is in a prison
Pushing at every angle
Every wall
Trying to escape
At times she seems angry
Ready to rip away
The bars that hold her
To take revenge on the world
At times she seems a seductress
Wooing men and women
With long hair, full lips
And voluptuous figure
At times she seems begging
Like a prayer to the gods
Willing to do whatever it takes
For just one fresh breath of air
And at times asleep or dead
Ready to be carried off
By a winged angel
To leave the mixed colors
And awake from the dream
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[[ At times she seems a seductress
Wooing men and women
With long hair, full lips
And voluptuous figure
At times she seems begging
Like a prayer to the gods
Willing to do whatever it takes
For just one fresh breath of air ]]
Oh wow! seductress...I had to go back and stare into the photo and YES I see it!! loved it.
TJ
At times she seems begging
Like a prayer to the gods
Willing to do whatever it takes
For just one fresh breath of air
That is my favorite part. Really lovely, and it connates a scertain desperation in her that really speaks to me.
I just noticed there is a fifth face-that stinks-now I need to revise-oh well, it is what it is. TJ-thanks for the comment and for coming back after your long break-this site can't work without you, I know it first hand.
Sara-You have to be the kindest poet and writer I have ever met, always so encouraging.
Sometimes I wish all of us were closer together and not spread out all over the world. It would be much simpler to give a proper thank you that so many of you deserve instead of just posted words.
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