..
Don’t look at her
too soon; she’s busted right
clean through, shaved sharp
by time and tide
and tumbled sea.
Give her a few days,
a phase, a bit of wax
-ing and waning, some star-
struck complaining about
the way her face gets
erased as the sky stumbles
through.
Let her hide her dark
-er side, let her ride
all this ebony indigo, flow
as she may.
Keep her in your prayers,
your plans,
your pocket.
Close her in your own broken
song; that’s where
her charm
is found.
Just wait awhile,
she’ll come back ’round.
.
..
Prompted by Poetic Asides.
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Perfect! Love your closing…brilliant. ♥
I’m guessing the “fix” part is meant as how to get her to sit still and get a good read on her. The ending is, yes, so true. This is a good guide, though, as to how to get a fix on any woman!
“the way her face gets
erased as the sky stumbles” … Gorgeous.
Man, that first line is perfect. Love the third and fourth stanzas, especially.
Methinks you’re writing about me. 😉
Your imagery sings in this one, De. Unique and clever!