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Beauty in Deaths Eyes
By Circe Avalon
He looks into my soul longingly,
As if he wants to touch it,
To own it,
My porcelain skin and smell my ebony hair,
To run his finger threw this mass of curls,
To taste the milky white flesh of my neck,
The soft slope of my shoulder,
And the rouge plump lips,
His eyes are wanting, and yet not pleasing,
But powerful and demanding,
He is telling himself that he will have me,
That I will be his,
A knowing of the future,
No matter how much I run, in my teasing way,
He will embrace me and I will be his flower,
I will never wither
Unlike him, I am human,
Fragile,
I have life and that is what attracts him all the more,
He can smell that essences, that ebb,
I have the rushing wind
I have the bright summer,
I have the taste of snow,
And he has the whispers of death
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Copyright 2004 circeavalon
Comments on "Beauty in Deaths Eyes"
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On Tuesday, November 20, 2007, Taunting The Reaper
(178)
wrote:
I wish I was death. I want you too! Those plump lips and curly hair did me in. LOL! Nice piece.
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On Thursday, October 18, 2007, Distorted_Reality
(101) wrote:
one word "amazing" ^_^
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On Tuesday, June 12, 2007, Moonflower
(301) wrote:
yes i loved the last part. but it all was beautiful. ;)
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On Tuesday, October 5, 2004, Cwn Annwn
(91) wrote:
Wow...Thats great.....wow....
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On Saturday, September 11, 2004, TheLastDragon
(69) wrote:
Lots of powerful imagery. Good write.
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A former member wrote:
Yes, the last 4 lines are outstanding.
Wouldn't we die without (seasonal) change? ~Shane~
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On Wednesday, September 8, 2004, DarkWolf
(415) wrote:
Nice write. Love the subject and the imagery, esp. the last 4 lines. Well done. -Michael
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A former member wrote:
Purty nice. We always long for love in the wrong places. We think we know what we want... bleh.
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A former member wrote:
"And he has the whispers of death " beautiful
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