Dark Chocolate Skin

by Everlasting   Feb 9, 2014


In Winter - you were my Temple, an altar
that diffused incense to benches overcrowded with faith,
where repentance was:
two naked knees knelt down on bare floors,
two hands facing each other with prayers,
and two eyes staring at a cross with a vibrant trust for peace.
Yet within chest, a heart boiled blood through veins
with an ache capable of bringing down
even the strongest of man.

In Spring - you were my Home, the nave
where I heard the 7:00 am bells call out my name,
where I awoke to romanesque windows refracting the sun
into a rainbow. A rainbow of sheer joy encompassed
between aisles and aisles of silence,
And where somewhere in the back,
the smell of dark chocolate milk made me feel lost.
I felt lost like a paper clip scattered in the Sacristy,
with no purpose, other than to hold the
bulletin papers in my hands.

In Summer - you became my Soul, the statue
everyone saw passed the road and proudly uttered:
"That's my church."

Written by: L.L

For Saffie's Challenge.

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  • 3 years ago

    by Acoustic Odyssey

    I instantly felt nostalgic when reading this...it reminded of the days when I was a little and my mom would take me to church. And just witnessing the many people in deep prayer, while I twiddle my thumbs naive to everything but my own childish thoughts.

    "with no purpose, other than to held the"
    ^I believe held should be hold here.

    Beautifully penned piece, much enjoyed!

  • 3 years ago

    by Midnight Sky

    Nicely done here 5\5

  • 3 years ago

    by Meena Krish

    Oh my, this is indeed a gem of a read. Congrats
    on the win too my dear. From start to end the images and emotions just pours out...beautifully penned.