PatCarrington
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new member, seeking feedback/critique/word- or whiplashing. whatever is appropriate. thanks in advance for your time and tongues.
The Color of Women
as the monochrome of dark draws near
my empty home, I ponder
the wonders of women
and their mystery in the passing
from one end of this lustrous world
to the other,
one start to another,
and, in the sad poverty of my placement,
I remember
the girls who made me rich
with fullness
of body and mind,
with words and souls and beauty that pulled,
who, with the measure and melody
of their love as night painted them
in moonlight
and drew them to my bed
shaded in the hues of evening and need,
opened to me swollen with nature
and the art of their mystic eyes,
those eyes
like the rainbows of soft skies
kissed to tenderness by the memory
of gentle rains,
those arches of affection that hold
in the colors of their bowing
gold for your pockets and heart.
The Color of Women
as the monochrome of dark draws near
my empty home, I ponder
the wonders of women
and their mystery in the passing
from one end of this lustrous world
to the other,
one start to another,
and, in the sad poverty of my placement,
I remember
the girls who made me rich
with fullness
of body and mind,
with words and souls and beauty that pulled,
who, with the measure and melody
of their love as night painted them
in moonlight
and drew them to my bed
shaded in the hues of evening and need,
opened to me swollen with nature
and the art of their mystic eyes,
those eyes
like the rainbows of soft skies
kissed to tenderness by the memory
of gentle rains,
those arches of affection that hold
in the colors of their bowing
gold for your pockets and heart.