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 onlysee 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. 
10 comments:
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.
You capture people so well, Judy. I am mesmerized also by your well-chosen words.
Wow, Judy, this is, as Sherrie says, mesmerizing, you "knocked this one out of the ballpark.
smiling words, well penned.
make a contribution to us if you could, bless you.
Beautifully crafted poem this one Judy - magic from beginning to end; held me spellbound ...
striking and powerful. Apple indeed.
What an excellent poem, Judy. You capture the reader by your splendid words. Super poem!
Oh my god!
I am captivated.
Spell-bound.
I am a prisoner in your poem,
an ant in syrup,
a lover in his arms.
It's glorious this.
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