From the back, A heavy red lowlight
Casting disastrous shadows on the mortals
They sit, Hearts grasped in heavy hands,
Hollowly stapled to lukewarm seat fuzz
As they talk, a limelight glosses over them
A heavenly spotlight that only I can picture
Flickers in the space of the many particles
Choking their earthen air. I think that
They don't know I'm writing this.
And when they talk, I intrude slowly
Imitimidatingly looking round, tigers
On the prowl, a sense but fear attitude
I can smell it.
It lingers on their tongue, sweet deceit
As the low murmur growl looms nearer
These shadows I've known for months
Become translucent
Opaque as the night sky- the stars
Perseus fallen, his only hope resting upon
Fair gorgons somehow, I appear rude
But this is just another Pyramus and Thisbe
Because maidens go missing, sometimes
I know my heroines but not the protagonists
The protagonists throw heard bent cowlicked
Over rusty shoes, and his knee shakes terribly
In the heat I dare not to slip
Crash and pull over his hearts desire
I never got to hear how it ended.
YOU ARE READING
What He Told Me. Poetry
PuisiI was told to share what I write by a guy. This is what I've done. Some of this is dark. Some of this is the inner workings of what is happening in my life. Im sorry for making you read this
