Pinq

Love poem

Then he saw her and his life changed that very moment.

every thing before it was gray and solid,

every thing after it was pink and shapeless.

like ice that melts when the temperature rises

and releases it of the solid form that once contained its shape.

he was in a moment of shapeless chaos, the chaos that drives us to change;
hot dynamic chaos.

then the moment walked away and left him there, changed, changing.
he was never the same again.

the moment had passed, but he persued and follwed the moment, followed it and touched it, touched her, the moment he reached her. and then he stoped changing.
he was made.
he is made.
he is new in form and resembles her in shapless pink chaos,
in love...

Reviews

[Ngon'e]

Wow!, another deep and beautiful poem, please have a picture for me to see of the family next time we meet

[Seraph Trend]

I am particularly satisfied with this poem. It is raw emotion and
Free in form. I was able to manifest my thoughts in a moment of
Love. I hope you enjoy the intimate spaces between the words.