The film
shows her opening the door
stepping out
thin ankles short skirt
she’s not young but she’s got youth
on tap and wisdom to match
she makes you fall to your knees
just because she looks a second too long
in your direction
even if you didn’t smooth down your hair
shave your legs, flash your eyes
she might glance your way
with that confidence and that fragility
an impossible combination
like she was built out of the refugees
of love
hurt lying like a lover in her eyes
pinpricks of suffering alluring in the way
she survives herself and the demons
dancing rosy around her
you like how she holds on and almost falls
the spindle of her spine
strongest are the small ones
you want to take her in your arms
switch on the radio and listen in the dark
she’ll dance beneath your skin
she’s a drug she’s not perfect she’s the one
who keeps you awake thinking
if you could just reach her
inhabit the melancholy of her smile
before she winked out like a song you hum
without knowing its name
TheFeatheredSleep 
Exquisite description, you can sense the moment; that snap shot in time which captures her essence and her self assurance.
Love how you describe her, I could see her and be tempted by a woman like that… I will not shave my legs though.
ha ha ha! I understand that! Regrowth! Ow!
Thank you. That is a wonderful description of what I have written and fits the poem so well as if you had written it and understood it better than I! Thank you! I am most grateful to you.
I’m always attracted to people like this, their pain draws me in, their strength to hold on pulls my heart. That dance between fragility and strength, the pull of youth burst full form right on the edge of fading
Marvelous description.
Beautiful, again. And once again, after my heart with “…switch on the radio and listen in the dark …she’ll dance beneath your skin…”
Evocative descriptions – a mix of pain and pleasure 🙂
An exotic wishful seduction! 🙂 ❤
“Hurt lying like a lover in her eyes” I want to touch this language, climb into it. Climb into the world you have just painted here
Really quite lovely.
Strange isn’t it how the thought of someone we desire can border on intoxication and keep us from sleep.
Beautifully penned as always my lovely friend. ♡
Shivering. That was beautiful !
Entrancing
Candice, this stanza is an aspiration for us all regardless of gender or sexual preference:
“who keeps you awake thinking
if you could just reach her
inhabit the melancholy of her smile”
This is why the one first smitten can’t sleep at night. Beautifully done.
Keith
Hypnotic and alluring, I used to feel the same when I looked in Paul McCartney’s eyes 😉 as my knees buckled.. 😉 Joking aside dear Candice… This was a great piece of descriptive writing and very sensuous ,
Love your own Melancholy mind..
Hugs and Love dear friend.. 🙂 ❤
Sue xxx
😉 that’s so funny! I love it! I do agree that there are times and people (not many either, maybe only one in a life time) that will make you feel this way and when you do BAM! It’s like none other xo BIG HUGS BACK TO YOU LOVELY LADY
Oh so true my friend so true, the ‘first smitten’ (Great lines) exactly – just cannot quell the emotion and probably never should try to!
Love that word
Thank you! I do appreciate you for saying so!
You are such a good friend for supporting me through my efforts thank you so much!
EXACTLY RIGHT! I totally agree!
Hello my friend – thank you for visiting here and for saying so – it means a lot to me xo
I like that idea of ‘touching’ language that’s beautiful!
That’s what friends are for ❤
So pleased to have made you chuckle.. ❤ Hugs Back dear Candice.. xx
Unrequited love is so painful, but we live and move on. I am thinking of the love triangle in Les Miserables where Eponine is smitten with Marius who is smitten with Cossette. In the play, Eponine at least gets to sing better songs.
I don’t always think we move on but I totally get where you’re coming from and I also think the comparison was spot-on! 🙂
Just wanted to chime in on this note… moving on… is not always accurate, and perhaps cold, perhaps not validating the grief. Breakups, death, loss… I think we have to figure out how to move forward with those losses. Moving on seems to imply we’ve forgotten and maybe don’t feel it anymore. I’m pretty sure I will feel these certain pains and feel this love until I die, and just trying to figure out that process, with support and in wonderful places like this.
Very true. I think if we do ‘move on’ it doesn’t mean we don’t care or have forgotten. I’m not sure everyone will move on but those who do are not necessarily heartless for doing so. Agreed. Then again I believe sometimes you only have so much love in you and sometimes you only have one person you want to feel it with but it’s very different with different people and ultimately I agree w/u totally xo