
Art: Emily Robinson via flickr.com
His voice draped her like silk charmeuse
and she couldn’t hear the subtle notes of her own tapestry
His hypnotic gaze cast a blinding halo
and she couldn’t see her own stardust
His touch was her skin remembering the summer Caribbean sea
and she couldn’t feel the depth of her own ocean
Momentarily
When she dared question his dizzying influence, he said this:
In relationships, there is always a Grabber (onto) and a Reacher, and I am the Reacher
And she said this:
If I am to be your subject, I will still need my own throne
Love this!!!
Thanks!
Perfect!
Thank you!
I love how your poetry seems to always point towards a theme of self-love, demonstrating that a man/significant other can never replace that.
Never. You see me. LOL.