Green eyes and black hair

[bronzeage]

Green eyes and black hair,
you did delight me and I wanted you.
I wanted you in my arms all day
and under my arm all night
with that last ember of blind boyish love.
The ember which turns to coal and hardens the man.
We danced every night and I loved to dance with you,.
spins and twirls and kicks and slides,
until that night you weren't drunk enough
and just sober enough to see us
and my happy awkward unconcerned
out of time rock and step embarrassed you.
You did delight me and I wanted you,
but I heard a voice that said,
She'll never do.

 

[serpentwrap]

I loved this one, probably because it hit a tad too close to whats going on in my life of late... Even otherwise I find it quite evocative. Good one, Bronze

 

[harrlequin]

Its's a pretty one, Handsome.

 

[bronzeage]

Thank you very much, both of you.

 

[Senna Jawa]

Bronze, a charming young poet's poem, quite nice!

(On the other hand, you are a mature poet, hence this poem is a bit too simple in your case, a bit too easy).

Best regards,

 

[Senna Jawa]

([...] a bit too simple in your case, a bit too easy).

Best regards,

Hm, I don't want to be misread. In terms of "what", simple is good, simple is one of the good ways to go. The same for instance for language too, simple is one of the good ways to go. In short, simple can be mature in some dimensions (and less so in other; hm-hm, so it's really not about simple but about this other dimension ).

 

[bronzeage]

Hm, I don't want to be misread. In terms of "what", simple is good, simple is one of the good ways to go. The same for instance for language too, simple is one of the good ways to go. In short, simple can be mature in some dimensions (and less so in other; hm-hm, so it's really not about simple but about this other dimension ).

I was much younger at the time.