I wish I could see you in those yellow high heels. Walking towards me or away, I loved you either way. Your hips traced out a charm, whipped up desire out of midair. At the sight of your smile I melted and pooled at your feet like a crayon left in the car. And even though I knew you'd be gone with the slightest breeze, I let you take me.
Into your enchantment I slipped greedily, for it had been so long... so long since I had dreamt, so long since I had seen the world in colours instead of black and white. Though, ironically enough, you were the only colour in midst of everything, the rest of the world had lost pigment and it all nearly died.
1 comment:
Lovely poem, I like it.
Did you make the photo?
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