sitting there
she taunts
pristine
cold
silent
vocal cords
taut
coiled
her refusal to speak
a victory
against the need
screaming
in my head
but when she sings,
oh, when she sings
her soprano trill
steals my breath
chills
enchant my skin
i reach for her
press my ear
against hers
and hear
the melody
i've been
anticipating,
my inamorato's
murmur
Wow! what a seductively beautiful female prompt and follow on piece
ReplyDeleteGracias!!!
Thank you nene :-)
ReplyDeleteAttractive portrait, from a man's point of view, but the poem is stunning, Diana! It brings out another interpretation of the picture, beautifully. I can hear that beautiful voice now... singing like a siren
ReplyDeleteVery attractive portrait, but the poem is stunning! It brings out a shock turn almost, an interpretation of the image, which makes me hear her siren voice and the skin tingling sensations that result. Very special poem, Diana.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your comments John and for visiting. Waiting for that call and the voice to sing can be a blessing and a bane :-)
ReplyDeleteThis is lovely, warm and tender--even the scream;)
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