Vertigo

• Artist: Gonorrhea Genocide
• Description: A poem full of similes and a couple of metaphors. It was an assignment last year that I had to do last year, which we had to use no less than 10 words in a list of 20 words.
  Enjoy. =)
• Date: 12/02/2008
• Tags: vertigo

I’m a boomerang
That keeps coming back
To a distant reverie
From that night in the ravine
Under the maples
We met
A tango we did
Your body with curves of a cello
Radiant as Apollo
As musical as a harpsichord
The light scent of perfume sticking to your skin
I kiss the nape of your neck softly
Caressing the slope of your jaw
Twirling your bronze hair in my fingers
Like I used to every morning
You looked up at me from the other end of the field
Under the maples
But during the night
You left
Leaving me in the dust of August
And into a state of vertigo.

Comments

[Chemelle Amoure]

You should let me annotate it.

[Atheshya]

There's something a little awkward about 'a tango we did'. Passive tense is generally a bad idea.