- The Cycle, Vol. One: Lost on a Mediterranean Sunset –

[Lowridenn]

It was sunset on the Mediterranean
And she was so beautiful draped in white silk.
The only light was the glare off the ocean
And the only flaw was knowing it wouldn’t last.
[It couldn’t last…]

I was downtown when I saw her next;
At that cozy café down on tenth street.
[Oh, how charming those baristas can be.]
She looked so comfortable
As her eyes pirouetted around the conversation,
Eager for a[nother] lover to save her.
If only my fingers spoke in thespian tongues…
If only my voice could echo octaves of songbirds…
If only my lips could taste a thrush like her…

Perhaps I should let her be.
For we’ll always have the Amalfi.

[Pete]

Written for the Challenge, amirite? I just noticed the word "thrush" in there.

[Lowridenn]

Sort of. I was too late.

[Sloth]

sweet piece.. I can't point anything negative out, the whole thing was pretty good. The main body of text (or 2nd stanza) was really good, but this was my favorite part As her eyes pirouetted around the conversation,
Eager for a[nother] lover to save her.
If only my fingers spoke in thespian tongues…
If only my voice could echo octaves of songbirds…
If only my lips could taste a thrush like her… great word choice

[Lowridenn]

Thanks Sloth. I appreciate your responses to all my pieces, and I'm sorry I don't always return the favor.