Eye contact becomes virtually impossible
yet my breath speaks aloud from where I sit.
Easels of my sketches are filled with your alluring outline.
Congenial company is all I want,
on roads paved with sweet scents and deep sighs.
Nothing else will matter, so let your amity circuit light up my senses.
Tons of obstacles will end up amplifying my breath
as my eyes scuffle, itching to speak my desire,
caught now behind your bars;
to remain, until the floor releases your face,
until your eyes meet mine.
“So my breathe speaks aloud from where I sit” A fabulous line, your poem speaks volumes, love it!
Thanks. Glad you love it. I wasn’t sure how it’d pan out as it was an experiment (first line taken from the last line of a book).
You have a very beautiful way with imagery Ofuma! There were so many good examples of imagery and alliteration in this poem. It was a pleasure to read this! Two lines that just made my heart swell… “Congenial company is all I want
On roads paved with sweet
scents and deep sighs”
I was transported! Well dome!