I can clearly taste
the exact places you’ve been,
because in my eyes,
unlike all the rest
those traveled places
become the cherished little gifts.
Stripped for me
you stand in your place
ready to let me feed
your wrist, the first offering.
I trace until your eyes fall backwards
and in this nothingness
of a thankful holiday
those seated closely around the table
have no true idea
the secrets you keep.
That very best side of you
hides and shields the dark,
that blessed side in you
no one wants to admit,
I swear it’s your glamour guide
that gets whatever she wants.
The precious spoiled child
forever and always
getting everything
perfectly content and happy
for just a while at least.
I’m the one buying mirrors
to feed your narcissistic side
properly pampered and nourished
you and your insatiable diet.
After all, your best outfits
come alive, when all the all the eyes
want a piece of you.
Temptations drug
to have the words of a poet
inched up super close
whispering the exact commands
to be followed.
My pretty companion,
only One needs to understand
the code written in here.
Kneel and decipher please
these thoughtful messages
spread out all over
Dragonfly Poetry.
Smiling here. You are beyond kind. Thank you for always “commenting”
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Isn’t this just absolutely beautiful, i keep promising myself not to comment on each post and save it for when i am blown away.. And yet here i am blown a way each and every time
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