Gypsy

ravenswingpoetry — Sun, 20 Apr 2008 16:34:22 +0000

Smoky eyes,
Yellow hair;
Flowing skirts,
Knowing stare.
The desert at your back,
Mirrors before your face;
And then you’re gone
Without a trace
And I’m holding your shawl
And your words
While my heart
With the birds
Flies away,
If only briefly -
Sing to me,
Gypsy Stevie.

Written 4/19/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.

To The Musician

ravenswingpoetry — Sun, 02 Mar 2008 02:07:58 +0000

Wrap safety and caution around you, for
Girls and women may intertwine
Your fingers, easy as those vibrant strings.
Do you play their heart’s harp, sublime?

Maybe they skillfully tickle YOUR
Keys? Who’s playing who? Do you pine
For their adoration, you who skillfully sings
To them these words, “you will be mine?”

Or do the girls know better, knowing the lore
Of past confusion, spoken on the grapevine,
Rumour’s questions of love and lust?
Or do they respect you, man by design?

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Gypsy

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