An Ostenato of The Soul.

written for poetry course.

Bodies moving in unison,
Utter Perfection,
Like two virtuoso pianists playing a beautiful symphony,
They are a midnight symphony,
An intertwining of limbs, hearts, breaths.

 

Souls burn like the blaze of a forest fire,
The room aflame,
Burning.
A pairing of magnesium and oxygen,
An iridescent chemical reaction of the heart.

 

Caresses were silent, like a violin without strings
Eyes were closed, an eclipse of all things,
Fingers danced in adoration,
Leaving marks like a night skies constellations,
An ostenato of shooting bullets to the soul,
Relentless like a perfectionists drive,
An orchestra,
That never ends,
They are a midnight symphony.

 

 

 

Author's Note

It�s my own interpretation of passion, how it feels and how we create it.
I love it :)

Reviews

[Anonymous Shadow]

blimey... tis shadowitis.

[Everything Happens For ..]

awesomely perfect brilliance.

[Mysty Rayn]

I think you did an excellent job with this. I really enjoyed reading this and feeling what you had to say. Well done.

[Laura E. Aranda]

PERFECT
The font was perfect
The imagery
This is pure poetry at its very best! WOW
This was sooooooooo good! I can't say enough! The words you used were grand! WOW WOW WOW
Cheers,lea

[Spilled Her Guts in Cur..]

I've already told you hao awesome this is but LOVEAGE.