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Click hereBlanche and Alban
albino Gemini
white on pink
four yellow eyes
cool
sleek
silver Bugattis on legs
talk without moving their lips
double tongued
swing without moving their hips
double jointed
single grey wrinkled soul
stretched across the room
How many shades of grace
lie like lovers
lost
between silk sheets?
How much colour can a blind man taste
on Blanche’s skin?
the salt of need
the sweet release
a tang of remembrance moistening
Alban moving in the next room.
A Poetic Pearl. Exquisitely written. Beautifully crafted and filled with interesting visual images to tantalize the mind.
knows crapola about what makes a good poem! This is gorgeous and meaningful, but so delicately stated. I love it. :)
Don't worry, WickedEve, I make up for your blindness. There is a lot about this "poem" (?) not to like. I found a lot not to like. And really not much to like. To be nice, I suppose I should say I found some correctly spelled words. Other than that, however....
Crapola!
Before starting to read, I made up mind to find at least one tiny thing to dislike in it. Well, I didn't. I knew I wouldn't. But I was hoping. I know, I'm weird.