She

Some of Vero’s poetry

She

She lights her cigarette and puffs on it carelessly.
I look her over in the sullen moonlight as she sits on a park bench.
The moonlight hits her eyes and they sparkle,
Even the blackest of nights couldn’t hide her beauty.
She exhales a whiff of smoke that clouds her figure

as I fancy myself kissing those ruby red lips and
softly caressing her face.
I let out a whimsical smile at her that she cannot see
as I am obscured by the darkness.
the red embers of her cigarette fall to the ground and she sits there
as I watch her walk and talk with someone else.

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Categorized as darkness

By The Evil Cheezman

Purveyor of sacred truths and purloined letters; literary acrobat; spiritual godson of Edgar Allan Poe, P.T. Barnum, and Ed Wood; WAYNE MILLER is the head architect of EVIL CHEEZ PRODUCTIONS, serving up the finest in entertainment and edification for the stage, the page, and the twain screens, silver and computer. He is the axe-murderer who once met Andy Griffith.

3 comments

  1. There were more poems attached, but Darksites is hard up for submissions and I didn’t want to waste the ammo. Vero, could you resubmit each of your poems…separately? I’ll post them one at a time and drag out the pleasure of reading them 😉

    Mistress

  3. wow, that’s got to be the most meaningful poetry I’ve ever come across over the net, it was beautiful. God I wish I could meet someone who wrote about me like that.

    Breahtless-
    C

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