replica

she smiled,
 
her face had
the texture
the shape
the color.
 
cradled my love in her breath,
in the palms
of her 
hands.
 
she was distinctly alive
 
had honey colored skin
auburn hair
 
instantly evoked my
feelings
 
spoke two languages,
english
 
and something else.
 
echoed all that i gave
had a humbling
 
resemblance
 
to who i was,
 
wrote about her beauty on
poetic paper
 
i could taste her aroma,
her love liquid
 
looking at her, she was the
mountains,
 
the blue morning dawn.
 
she was a heroine to my wants,
my needs
 
spent many hours in the bedchamber
under satin sheets,
 
heat of her body through the thread,
through the fabric.
 
then, one day, watched her casket
lowered into the earth
 
trees swayed under a cold,
winter wind
 
leaves moved to other
small towns
 
but, she stayed with me
 
her replica
her soul
her life.
 
 
Copyright © 05/15/2013  Ðark Ṝoasted Ƣoetry®
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2 comments on “replica

  1. L M says:

    Amazingly beautiful

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