by libby   Dec 10, 2005

The quiet languor in his eyes...
the subtle strength visible in the slope
of his muscles...
the sinew in his stringy hands
and the gentleness they imply...
the promises his lips weave, both in speech
and in silence...
the words printed upon them in
black ink, read them to me, I've
forgotten how.
The somber peace that falls over us both
as translating inside to out becomes
too difficult a task.
It's dark in here, and it's
dark in him, you know how some boys shine?
I'm clinging to an unfounded hope that
something can restore his gleam.


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  • 12 years ago

    by Jason Meres

    The ability you have to so wrap your head around words and write them in such a way as i'm seeing here is rare and enchanting. If I had the time tonight i'd read every word you've written. And believe me, I mean that. I wish I had your talent.

  • 12 years ago

    by firexflys

    I like it i kidnd got that maybe you could be what he has been looking for. nice job i like it 5.5

  • 12 years ago

    by Lucy Loves Not

    Jesus. What a great poem. I usually dislike love poems, mostly because no one can properly fulfill such an arduous task. You, on the other hand, did it wonderfully.

    Another great work from you,
    I'll return soon enough to see more