Post by imaginary goddess #5 on Apr 4, 2004 21:38:13 GMT -5
"Mona Lisa" by Lianna
Nose in a romance novel, immersed in it completely,
Ignoring the rampaged world while losing herself.
Though she was not as one would expect;
Her brilliant locks of ebony fell around her face,
Curling in a delicate manner, hints of chastity shining
From within her golden eyes - guileless with tears.
Her long, slender hands held the words of tenderness
Within the palms of her romantic mind’s glories.
Smiling quite like the Mona Lisa, secretive, yet gentle
Her curved lips trembling, aching, longing for the
Honeyed illusions of love’s intimate embrace.
I watched her, peering over a cup laden with coffee -
Saw her dreams explode in pieces of broken ice
Shattering on the ground as she contemplated, aware
That the world and its sheltered havens, much like
The dim lit café with the aromas of fresh brewed tea
Lemon tarts, chocolate éclairs, & succulent raspberries,
Simply could not, would not last. I shut my eyes.
I was sensitive - feeling the tensions between this
Lovely lady and I; for I could hear my heartbeat
Thudding in alertness to her sweet perfumed skin
Her loving kisses of ardor, and her wild tresses.
I could feel myself hold her closely, hiding her away
Like some child of five years grasps its favorite toys
As I touched her lips with my own -gently- as one would
Receive a newborn child; awed with delight at the chills
I could feel as those romanced slender finger rake
Through my mane of sunbeams dancing on the pristine dew.
Memory is punishing, for one has to remember again,
But if this sweet release, this ultimate ecstasy is what
I get in return, I am willing to take that blast of pain.
I open my eyes. She is still here, sitting in the corner. Her
Eyes quickly, yet adoringly, reading text much like a greedy
Man would come to claim his forbidden treasures and gold
I watched as she turned the page, her liquid eyes filling
With unknown emotions - and I, perhaps, I stay here
Watching this Mona Lisa from afar, frightened of rejection
-----
by: lianna (lia, leen, lee, ed)
mood: wistful
muse: Panera breads restaurant
date: april 4, 2004
Nose in a romance novel, immersed in it completely,
Ignoring the rampaged world while losing herself.
Though she was not as one would expect;
Her brilliant locks of ebony fell around her face,
Curling in a delicate manner, hints of chastity shining
From within her golden eyes - guileless with tears.
Her long, slender hands held the words of tenderness
Within the palms of her romantic mind’s glories.
Smiling quite like the Mona Lisa, secretive, yet gentle
Her curved lips trembling, aching, longing for the
Honeyed illusions of love’s intimate embrace.
I watched her, peering over a cup laden with coffee -
Saw her dreams explode in pieces of broken ice
Shattering on the ground as she contemplated, aware
That the world and its sheltered havens, much like
The dim lit café with the aromas of fresh brewed tea
Lemon tarts, chocolate éclairs, & succulent raspberries,
Simply could not, would not last. I shut my eyes.
I was sensitive - feeling the tensions between this
Lovely lady and I; for I could hear my heartbeat
Thudding in alertness to her sweet perfumed skin
Her loving kisses of ardor, and her wild tresses.
I could feel myself hold her closely, hiding her away
Like some child of five years grasps its favorite toys
As I touched her lips with my own -gently- as one would
Receive a newborn child; awed with delight at the chills
I could feel as those romanced slender finger rake
Through my mane of sunbeams dancing on the pristine dew.
Memory is punishing, for one has to remember again,
But if this sweet release, this ultimate ecstasy is what
I get in return, I am willing to take that blast of pain.
I open my eyes. She is still here, sitting in the corner. Her
Eyes quickly, yet adoringly, reading text much like a greedy
Man would come to claim his forbidden treasures and gold
I watched as she turned the page, her liquid eyes filling
With unknown emotions - and I, perhaps, I stay here
Watching this Mona Lisa from afar, frightened of rejection
-----
by: lianna (lia, leen, lee, ed)
mood: wistful
muse: Panera breads restaurant
date: april 4, 2004
