|This is a photograph that is very special to me. : ) Please do not steal or plagiarize. |
Haunting Melody II A nightclub in ParisHaunting Melody II by *PINK-ROSE14
Swathed between a small bakery
and a quaint barbers shop tightly
embracing the corner of block nine.
An off white awning arches
over the old, withering doorway.
Dark, forest green drapes
shelter each window.
The only trace of human life,
a faint melody of a violin
echoing from within.
You are a graceful silhouette
in the dark club.
A cigarette squeezed between two fingers,
you lean back in a bar stool.
A serveur flaunts over you,
pressed pants and a black bow tie.
Craning his neck down low
to hear your whisper.
A hidden smile filters across your face.
Squinting through binoculars,
Glass WindowCurl into a small ball,Glass Window by *PINK-ROSE14
Chin tucked between collar bones,
Toes crescent shapes in the sand.
These past few nights
My heart has been erratic.
Maybe it had sensed my minds
Unease before my heart even
Got around to it.
Now this problem is very real.
The ugly elephant in the room
That neither of us bother to mention.
But without words to sooth,
Without a reassuring touch,
My mind slowly withers.
There are tears down
My cheeks now.
And I wish you'd
Acknowledge my distress.
Haunting MelodyA lady of intrigueHaunting Melody by *PINK-ROSE14
Is what you are, my dear.
That small sultry smirk unfurling.
You know that I can not stay away.
Last night at the night club
You wore dainty white, gold-encrusted pearls.
Six inch, red high heels were made easy
As you, the center of my attention, waltzed into the room.
Striking, sharp cheekbones flirted
With an array of flashing lights.
Waves and streams of peach-colored
Tulle adored the body I craved each night.
A nightclub in Paris.
Swathed in between a small bakery
And a quaint barbers shop that hugged the corner.
An off-white awning arched over the old, once fancy doorway.
Dark, forest green drapes covered eac
White PagesAn early morning sunlightWhite Pages by *PINK-ROSE14
Flirts with the summit of your cheekbones.
You stretch, all curves and sharp angles in one.
Something more than just a woman curled against me.
Plain off white sheets flutter in an ambitious wind.
The soft corner of a down pillow swathed
Underneath your chin.
You are more than just half of me.
|My name is Erin and I am very passionate about photography, poetry and art. Please respect my work by not stealing or plagiarizing, thank you! |
Thank you for all the wonderful favorites in advance, because sometimes I don't have enough time in one day to reply to all of you amazing people out there. I am a very good student and also am quite the hobbyist. And on that note, I've started another hobby! I've recently started experimenting with cosplay photography. Here's a portfolio of my best works: [link]
|I just wanted to say that I've recently made a new account for myself. Don't worry, I'm not getting rid of this one. It's just an account for my jewelry business, La Petite Fleur (The Little Flower in French).|
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