Constellations of an unfulfilled desire

or; never-ending blue.

from JoeUser Forums
There’s something magical in the way your shoulder blades move,
sinewy muscles pulling,
tightening, loosening,
moving with all the grace befitting a goddess.
The metallic shine of the clumsy chain about your neck,
the few freckles that dot your back,
constellations of an unfulfilled desire,
begging for a game of connect-the-dots.
The sharp, inviting angles of your shoulders,
the simple strap of your shirt breaking the beautiful monotony of your flawless skin,
the deep red cutting across the porcelain flesh.
Your hair, haphazardly thrown atop your head,
curls of blonde fire,
framed by petite ears, lobes pierced.
That casual side glance, a flash of rouged cheeks,
eyes of never-ending blue,
a blue I could crawl in and die.


But I turn from your simple grace,
unable to approach,
only admire from afar –
constellations of an unfulfilled desire,
a fleeting dream of never-ending blue.
poetry
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Reply #1 from WinCustomize Forums Top
pues si amigo escribes muy bien, bonito poema, y espero lo puedas traducir al español, puede que lo utilice para dedicarcelo a alguien..
Reply #2 from JoeUser Forums Top
lo haré lo más pronto posible . . . la mayoría del tiempo, escribo mi poesía en español, pero éste salió en inlgés.

y quién sabe la razón.
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Reply #3 from JoeUser Forums Top
Braeden,

This is beautiful. I love the title and the way this resolves itself. Man, I'd like to see the beautiful vision that inspired this...
Reply #4 from JoeUser Forums Top
I'd like to see the beautiful vision that inspired this...


She was kill-me-now beautiful.

Sitting there in the common room in the foreign language building . . . admiring this absolutely gorgeous girl . . . knowing I'm not gonna go talk to her.

The poem was my consolation.
Reply #5 from JoeUser Forums Top
The poem was my consolation.


Can't imagine it would have been much of one, but very inspired, none the less.
Reply #6 from JoeUser Forums Top
Can't imagine it would have been much of one


It wasn't. But still . . . nothing better than receiving flashes of inspiration for unknown reasons at odd times!

Glad Genevieve is back with me.
Reply #7 from JoeUser Forums Top
You wimp, get off yer ass and go talk to her. What's the worst that could happen?
Reply #8 from JoeUser Forums Top


Normally . . . I would. But I got that vibe that I shouldn't. Under any other circumstance, I'm sure I would have.

But oh well. I guess I'm a wimp.
Reply #9 from JoeUser Forums Top
Well written. Enjoyed it. Passionate.
Reply #10 from JoeUser Forums Top
Wow this was great! I really enjoyed it.

My favorite part was this:
"eyes of never-ending blue,
a blue I could crawl in and die."
Reply #11 from JoeUser Forums Top
Nice poem Braeden! Sinewy shoulders...she sounds really strong yet delicate at the same time!
Reply #12 from JoeUser Forums Top
Sinewy shoulders...she sounds really strong yet delicate at the same time!


She seemed that way . . . Hopefully, I'll run into her again without the gut feeling of "don't bother . . ."
Reply #13 from JoeUser Forums Top
Pretty damned good. I've written this very same poem myself, under the same situation. Mine was called "Please Disillusion Me." I imagine had you spoken to her, the spell might've been broken.

Better to have not broken the moment... and you got a nice little piece of writing out of it. - Thanks, Moskowitz
Reply #14 from JoeUser Forums Top
really lovely. It makes you wonder if anyone sees you like that.....
Reply #15 from JoeUser Forums Top
It makes you wonder if anyone sees you like that.....


Hey you! Good to see you.

And I'd bet people see you like this all the time . . .