The Announcement

No adjective or "I" challenge :D

It was in that parlor, in the night,

Where your voice was the moon

To our darkness, where you said

To me that you were like the lily

Petal, the first one that fell down.

 

My pupils widened like wells

Trying to drink up any light

That might have been hiding,

That might have emerged

Like a ghost from the pallor

 

Of your teeth as those words

Were exhaled like moonlight.

You reached for my hand.  A lament,

Like a gardenia, grew from my tongue.

Your hand was made of ice for an instant.  

Reviews

you've proved that you don't need adjectives to give a poem imagery.