the parts of love

Fade in sepia scenery
Air, tasting oddly stitched with sour
sweeps her bangs lightly
from painted forehead,
Made up like a harlequin lips red
Always distantly dipped in felicity
That sterilized smirk.

To speak with her
Is a chance. he’ll indulge.
Smelling vaguely of
Luck.
Donning shades of gray

Laid back.

Firmly striding on to the set
he reaches towards her hand
Refused, advanced
And taken back again

Nothing solid plays
When acting with fallacy
No physical
Untouched

She speaks in words so
Soft
Weaving props with her voice
Acting warmth into
That sour air.
She is playing perfect

He is in deep tones speaking
Flawless
Absolutely

All improvisation
Common bond relationship
Floating the same current they
Make it work
Make love
Make it perfect

All back story and sequels unseen
Cut out
We are all so free of fear
We are all just acting here.

• A former member wrote: Wow this one is Amazing, I Love Your Work, You Are So Talented!
  
  
• On Sunday, January 28, 2007, glasshouse (702) wrote:
  
  "Make it work Make love Make it perfect" this is beautiful. patchwork. amazing descriptions put together uniquely. --Jes
  
  
• On Friday, July 29, 2005, Lydia Jade (1089) wrote:
  
  love the message...kick ass...i love it...the words are so perfectly combined and its very visual...i love your poetry...
  
  
• A former member wrote: that was a really great write
  
  
• On Tuesday, July 19, 2005, Malice In Wonderland (754) wrote:
  
  ...beautiful.
  
  
• On Tuesday, July 19, 2005, Evil (426) wrote:
  
  it seems as though you have sex with your words. "She speaks in words so Soft Weaving props with her voice" -- that line is perfect. why do you swoon me so, dear husband?
  
  
• On Tuesday, July 19, 2005, suicideseason (1921) wrote:
  
  Wow...you're a bad man,Dave.This was some heavy shit.I'm dizzy...possibly on the verge of passing out...my nose isn't bleeding...yet.Thanx.