Body Language

This was a writing exercise that turned into a semi-successful poem...i don't think it is finished yet though

      Her onyx necklace,

Rests gently above a skin-colored mole on her freckled chest.

      His dark eyelashes,

Reach out softly, brushing against the lenses of his scratched glasses.

      She shifts to the left,

And a light pink strap appears from behind her low-cut blouse,

She quickly veils it back underneath. 

      His eyebrows,

"forest like" and overgrown, Form a sneer across his dull, clammy forehead,

mocking his still straight mouth.

      Her hair,

Loosens from its lightly wound bun, and a strand falls delicately,

like a feather upon her bare neck.

      His hands,

Wring out the cold of day, and turn from the pale white of a

clenched fist, to the rosey-orange of a blushing cheek.

      Her nails,

Drum a symphony upon the fresh wooden table-top,

As her arm, supports the heavy thoughts in her head.

       He,

Is sitting Across from her.

      She,

Is sitting across from him

      And they are both,

craving one another.

 

     

Reviews

[misha]

Great write. Such an interesting poem of two people and their want for one another. I liked it!

[Jaclyn]

The ending was my favorite part as well; it ties up the poem very nicely.

[Tallulah]

This is a great piece. It has great description. I think you ended it just fine. It gives the poem a very realistic feel and makes it more relateable. The structure is great to and this is very well written.
As her arm, supports the heavy thoughts in her head.

He,

Is sitting Across from her.

She,

Is sitting across from him

And they are both,

craving one another.

^that was my fave part. Great job!