The outer darkness peeling his mind
Only the gold from her necklace
Flickered to greet him
Like sunlight on a darkened canvas
Her frame lit like a vase
The artful illumination
Of shadows in the glint of gold
Morphed like angelic beings
Her molten liquid ambiance
Met his lips
He took a drink
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12 comments:
Wow..these images! ha.. An interesting abstract and take on gold Katina-
All he saw was her gold! Even to the point of consuming her, he only saw the gold now glorified with angelic qualities.
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Question (rhetorical), what does the gold symbolize?
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Touching!
PS, I wouldnt hit you in the roads LOL...I am just saying if its snow and ice on the streets, if I stop I will be stuck or slid out of control so pedestrians need to realize that...
Visual, sultry, conveying emotion. I liked this a lot.
I love the imagery, what a wonderful take on gold.
Hi WG! So fitting, as the games begun...all
they see is GOLD..LU:}
These images unfold themselves...
This poem is a stunner! A beautiful visual.
Should be the real ending to Casablanca.
Oh! Thank you for your visit to poemflesh.
Hey WG,
You do such an outstanding job of bring feelings and texture together to cause a visual excitement. Spectacular!!!!:)
Powerful images. You're so gifted!
The last three lines are pure magic!!!
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