Poetry / Silhouette

Silhouette

A serene face, those gentle eyes
Looked at me.
A tangle of incomprehensible visions
Between fright and fascination.
An always smiling mouth
Spoke to me.

A fine smell, sweet scent of virtue
Awoke me.
Memories were rather blurred
Dizzied by the thin air,
We were simply talking,
Laying still.

The night swallowed her slender silhouette,
Took her in a fleeting moment.
Leaving no trace of her existence,
My tongue cut out, we did not speak again.

A vain hope, sat waiting,
For her return.
An enormous moon shining like a silver eye,
The futility of wishing
We were simply talking
Laying still.

That face, those eyes, that scent,
Rose higher and higher
Towards the silver monocle.
On the night, the night swallowed her slender silhouette.
Took her in a fleeting moment,
Leaving no trace of her existence,
My tongue cut out, we did not speak again.

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