Specters
~~~
Your eyes
Blued steel
Daggers
Forged to pierce
The heart
Of any mere
Mortal man
~~~
Your hair
Long and wild
Liquid ebony
Scented
As free
And unadorned
As your spirit
~~~
Your lips
Full and luscious
Painted and parted
In the want
To be consumed
They create
Undeniable hunger
~~~
Your heart
An ocean
Unexplored
And filled with
Abounding life
Hiding a treasure
To be found
~~~
Specters
That haunt
Every moment
Every dream
Every wish
Of the man
Who loves you
~~~
commonsensiblyspeaking 
The heart, the ocean, a great metaphor to a very precise and perfectly written poem filled with images and movement. I feel it as a song with an intense sort of forward moving rhythm. Great work my friend!
Such praise. Thank you kindly, my friend! That means a lot to me coming from you.
You’re welcome my friend, a pleasure.
intense-
Thanks, Beth! I am glad it felt that way.
Wow! Just wow! This one rendered me speechless. 😍
You speechless? I think not. But thank you for your kind words. ♥
I’m sure that it was real – that I could feel the pull of your words toward the intensity of emotions behind them!
You know me too well, sis! Love you!
powerful imagery. When I first saw the phrase “blued steel”, I thought of Zoolander 🙂
I get that. Funny movie. I am still working on “magnum”…😁
Once you get magnum down, you can work on Le Tigre…
So many reminders embedded in our minds.
That there are, my friend. Thank you, Pete!