She’s

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She ‘s Beatrice and Delilah.
an illusion, a crime

She’s a skyscape that slips
from blue, to grey, to red.

She’s a spider web over
a bank vault.

She’s the pull swirling
in his chest.

She’s a whisper of longing
stuck in his ear.

She’s a wilder life, the sweet
seed, his heart’s core.

She’s a sigh, ragged and
melancholy.

She’s a crushing need
a helix of yearning.

She’s chemistry and anatomy.

She’s the witching hour’s
pleasures of bourbon and sin.

She’s soaked in summer,
spun in contradictions.

She’s a flame grabbing what
it wants, a tumultuous embrace.

She’s a thousand lips bruising
his skin.

She’s a back arching, guttural
moan.

She’s rhythm and release.

She’s as intrusive as a power
outage

She’s as frustrating as a
misstep.

She’s as elusive as spindrift
night.

She’s a woman set in his type,
born in ink, language spilling out.

She’s what he conjugates.
The artistry of his craft

-Tosha Michelle

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53 thoughts on “She’s

  1. I love this! So beautiful! I love poetry and this is one of the best poems I ever read! It’s really hard to find poems that are very well written and have beautiful imagery and creative metaphors and things. It’s a skill that not everyone possesses. You are gifted! And I like the photo too, very interesting! That’s one of my favorite songs! ❤

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  2. Simply stunning, my mind is reeling. At first, I wasn’t sure what it was about, and then it became out the sensuality between man and woman, and her impact on him, and then for the super creative twist, you reveal to us that it’s a fiction. Brilliant! And like everyone already said, the visuals and metaphors are phenomenal (as usual.)

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      1. cdog5

        I hear you there. I’m not even in the holiday mood, and maybe it’s spilling into my creativity. I look forward to whenever you do decide to post. 😉

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      1. Michael

        LOL! I was like…what? 🙂 I agree, finding the ideal in reality is rare. Once found, the even greater challenge is sustaining that connection. How do we as mere mortals sustain and live up to the divine perfection projected from our lover’s soul which expands infinitely. I suspect this is ultimately the central question I am orbiting around in my blog.

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