Friday, January 28, 2011

Suitcase Suite: #5

Eternal woman
with her gestures,
her smiles,
her desiring glances.
She passes 
in front 
of 
him
smiling
a red smile.
Then turns away 
pretending 
she 
does not
care.
She leaves behind
the sweetness
of her 
perfume,
a promise,
an invitation
for 
future
encounters,
for long evenings
around
tables
chairs
and beds.

2 comments:

  1. Love it! the language is so fluid, and the picture complements the poem beautifully! You have so many talents! Bravo!

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