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She was beautiful then
and tasted of nuts and black coffee;
her neck draped in auburn,
curls on her shoulder

She smelled like fresh paper
and cinnamon sticks or,
sometimes, a wintry stew
with red pulses

She felt brown and still
or rapid with shivers
her skin like a river;
solid, yet not

She sang with an accent
to soften the deepest, most
devious paths
of the heart

In brown leather boots and
an indian shift, jewellery
muted as faint to the face
as a perfume,

She was beautiful then;
a memory now
and faceless.


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The eyes rule all.


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The following comments are for "She Was Beautiful Then"
by pastiche247

beautiful then
You have some extremely lovely words! Keep 'em coming! Keep 'em coming!!

( Posted by: mzjen1 [Member] On: August 20, 2004 )

beautiful
This is beautiful now, it felt wonderful to say. Even better to ponder on. I loved the leather boots and Indian shift. With that stanza you managed to tell a story with out being obvious. lovely. huni.

( Posted by: Huni [Member] On: August 21, 2004 )





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