Mystique

Your words is all I have,

But it is not enough;

The proverbial half,

Better than none, as I surf

The vastness of the web;

Caught like a fly, helpless

Waiting for the tide to ebb

While I lay listless.

 

I hear your voice in my head,

A whiff, a whisper-

Faint, an echo from a distant shed,

Transient, ethereal, dapper

And then it’s gone;

Like a dream of the night

Lingering, at the light of dawn,

In the deep recesses beneath.

 

 

I see you in my mind’s eye,

A pencil sketch in a scrap book;

Blurry images, but coercing a smile.

If your words are you, then your look

As portrayed by the artist that is

My mind will be that of royalty;

Strong features with pouty lips,

Grave eyes that command loyalty.

 

 

You are dark, my lady,

Shrouded in mystery;

I wonder about you daily,

Fighting bouts of misery.

You tease me, like a butterfly;

Bright and cheerful and hovering so nigh,

Taking flight as I reach out to hold you;

Elusive, and yet ever desirable.

 



11 thoughts on “Mystique” by topazo (@topazo)

  1. O-Money (@Omoniyi-Adeshola)

    @topazo, good stuff. well done –

  2. I so love this.
    Well done.

    1. @bunmiril
      I am glad you love it…thanks for stopping by

  3. Very sweet. ‘Coerced’ a smile from me even. ;)
    Yet another nice and relateable piece from you @topazo.
    <3

    1. @kwisike
      I’m glad this could make you smile…
      Thanks for dropping by

  4. Another smooth one….. good job Topazo.

  5. @topazo interesting!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

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