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That Something


You walked through my periphery

Unscathed by the time spent on the front line

Wearing your weary unnoticeably

Behind a veil of extraordinary beauty

~

Ever present in your prescience

Of life’s unrealistic expectations

And taking every stride one step ahead

With head held high slightly cocked to the side

~

Unburdened by your past

But well aware and a bit wary

Of a history worn as a loose fitting garment

Adorned and oozing of je ne sais quoi

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Your blues are an aspect of attraction

An undeniable gravity mysterious

Reeling me in by my senses

And leaving me utterly breathless

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In the throes of a need to know basis

Exactly what that something is

If only for a brief flash of stasis

To experience that unexplainable essence

This moth will burn in your flame

And I don’t even know your name

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4 responses to “That Something

  1. This poem is intriguing.

  2. does the moth need to know the flame’s name in order to throw itself into it? 🙂

  3. Not necessarily, but it makes conversation thereafter a bit easier Liliana 🙂

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