Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Midnight Snack

Some people are magic,
slight of hand imperceptible,
gives the illusion of fair play,
I fall for that line each time.

He says the grass is purple,
I stare at the green carpet,
And when I look into his eyes,
I see he is truth. 

I’m under a spell, cast by golden eyes.
The smile holds me transfixed, I only
see his artist lips, one crooked tooth,
I long to hear his voice. I’m hypnotized.

His hands mesmerize,
hold me in their grasp.
I want him to take me
in strong, muscular arms.

He’s magic, I know what the apple is
but I take a bite anyway. 


Mary said...

Oh, Judy, this is excellent. Yes, the 'golden eyes.' Yes, the 'artist lips.' The ending, so true. So often one does just THAT!

I rate this very high among your poetry in recent weeks.

Shersim said...

You capture people so well, Judy. I am mesmerized also by your well-chosen words.

Willow said...

Wow, Judy, this is, as Sherrie says, mesmerizing, you "knocked this one out of the ballpark.

Promising Poets Parking Lot said...

smiling words, well penned.

make a contribution to us if you could, bless you.

S.E. Ingraham said...

Beautifully crafted poem this one Judy - magic from beginning to end; held me spellbound ...

Victoria said...

striking and powerful. Apple indeed.

Brenda Kay Ledford said...

What an excellent poem, Judy. You capture the reader by your splendid words. Super poem!

kenny said...

Oh my god!
I am captivated.
I am a prisoner in your poem,
an ant in syrup,
a lover in his arms.

It's glorious this.

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