u/ClassicAd3550

I've never seen your face in full
"Verona!" you said,
and I look in astonishment.

I picture you painting your nails red,
reminiscent of wine or velvet.
I see gradients of gold on your head,
shades of blue and black from behind.
I see begonias in your stead,
raindrops staggered in a line.

Or I see you turning to your right.
Sets of eyelashes jump at the light
and a nose blooms out of a bed
of pale skin, rosacea,
and fine tangled hair.
Beautiful hair, beautiful,
that obscures the rest.

"Outside!" you said.
Your crowd follows within the minute.
Jealousy,
like the jealousy of a spirit
now that its dead.
So long,
it's been so long
since I chose to wait
to introduce myself.

All hail her majesty.

Unfashionably,

do I stumble over to her throne.

Ravishingly,

eternally, magnificently beautiful.

You're so gracious to grace me with the opportunity.

---

Perfect possible coincidences over time.

Elated--when I see you: resigned.

Never had I seen someone so

eerily similar to me in mind.

Lovely future lover of mine,

oh golden lady,

powerful, with a voice which lulls,

endears, and entrances like wine.

All hail her majesty.

Unfashionably,

do I stumble over to her throne.

Ravishingly,

eternally, magnificently beautiful.

You're so gracious to grace me with the opportunity.

---

Perfect possible coincidences over time.

Elated--when I see you: resigned.

Never had I seen someone so

eerily similar to me in mind.

Lovely future lover of mine,

oh golden lady,

powerful, with a voice which lulls,

endears, and entrances like wine.

All hail her majesty.

Unfashionably,

do I stumble over to her throne.

Ravishingly,

eternally, magnificently beautiful.

You're so gracious to grace me with the opportunity.

---

Perfect possible coincidences over time.

Elated--when I see you: resigned.

Never had I seen someone so

eerily similar to me in mind.

Lovely future lover of mine,

oh golden lady,

powerful, with a voice which lulls,

endears, and entrances like wine.

it lays alone besides the park and takes the water in the hand.
it prays forlorn in the dark and brings its forehead to the ground.
Its clothes are torn and marked and smell of drooling charcoal hounds.
Its nails are horns that twist and arc and help it dig around.
its voice is worn but tries to bark and scatters those who hear the sound.
Its passers mourn or snark or look away,
but no one ever spares a pound.

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It lays alone besides the park and takes the water in the hand.

It prays forlorn in the dark and brings its forehead to the ground.

Its clothes are torn, marked, and smell of drooling charcoal hounds.

Its nails are horns that twist and arc and help it dig around.

Its voice is worn but tries to bark and scatters those who hear the sound.

Its passers mourn or snark or look away, but no one ever spares a pound.

Hair like a willow, take good care.
Walk straight and narrow, hyper-aware.
Play music, be mellow, lay her there.
Don't ask what's below, don't you stare.
She knows, you know. Who will dare?
She will. Follow. What do you wear?
Hands up! throw all those clothes in the air.
Soft like a pillow, love her there.
Your faces glow, caresses, fair.
You give and you borrow, breathe her air.
Sleep 'till tomorrow, she'll be there.

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