Of All Things Holy

Beads of many colors

Hung around her neck that day;

Beads of nervous sweat had

Sat upon his face.

 

Try as he might to hide the jitters

And fumbling of words,

He just couldn’t veil

The dizzying effects of her.

 

And when she leaned into

Him with a kiss, he concluded

If Heaven was anything at all like

Anita’s lips,

 

It was safe to say,

He was a very religious man.

Reviews

[Trigorin]

Not bad, and I like the closing couplet very much, it puts a bit of a wry twist on the piece. Some of your word choice seems a little odd here and there but that's really not that big a deal. Well done.

[devon]

Thank you!