To the Stranger
This was written for the Curiosity prompt on Writer’s Island and as a continuation of Stranger, written last week. This is a reverse hay(na)ku chain. Enjoy.
-Nicole
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I want to
read the
books
buried behind your
wishing well
eyes,
spin golden embraces
from your
hair,
distill saturated scents
from your
skin,
and follow the
perfumed trail
back
to the garden
of your
birth.
I drop countless
penny glances
into
your wishing wells,
hoping for
echoes,
straining to hear
a sweet
song
composed for me
from your
soul.
Dear stranger, unlock
yourself for
me;
I would gently
hold your
mystery
hidden from heartless,
scorning, common
eyes
in a velvet
heart-shaped
box.
Written 6/28/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.
“I would gently
hold your
mystery
hidden from heartless,
scorning, common
eyes”
Liked these lines a lot
Thanks for stopping by and thanks for your compliment, Rambler. I think the toughest thing is to reveal our own inner mysteries to others and trust that they won’t be betrayed or exploited.
-Nicole