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Array ( [sid] => 7286 [catid] => 1 [aid] => Mick [title] => she was not a peacock [time] => 2002-11-22 21:30:00 [hometext] => [bodytext] => She was not a peacock
Fanning her feathers, flaunting her tail.
She was uncomfortable with her beauty.
Wary of the compliment, Leary of the motive,
One lie past belief.
You could see it in her eyes when I smiled.
I would not let my eyes leave hers,
Not for the cut of her dress,
Not for the nape of her neck,
Patient in my quest.
As we walk out of the park
Through endless streams of children
With legs flailing wildly,
And Little black dresses with look at me smiles,
The reflection on the store window
Paints a portrait of desire
walking at my side.
Her arm loosened upon mine
As my chest puffed and my stride lengthened
And my vanity showed its self.
Wind in our hair, sun in our eyes,
Arms outstretched to no one,
We spun on our toes and kissed.
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she was not a peacock

Contributed by darkeyedman on Friday, 22nd November 2002 @ 09:30:00 PM in AEST
Topic: LovePoetry

She was not a peacock
Fanning her feathers, flaunting her tail.
She was uncomfortable with her beauty.
Wary of the compliment, Leary of the motive,
One lie past belief.
You could see it in her eyes when I smiled.
I would not let my eyes leave hers,
Not for the cut of her dress,
Not for the nape of her neck,
Patient in my quest.
As we walk out of the park
Through endless streams of children
With legs flailing wildly,
And Little black dresses with look at me smiles,
The reflection on the store window
Paints a portrait of desire
walking at my side.
Her arm loosened upon mine
As my chest puffed and my stride lengthened
And my vanity showed its self.
Wind in our hair, sun in our eyes,
Arms outstretched to no one,
We spun on our toes and kissed.

Copyright Â© darkeyedman ... [ 2002-11-22 21:30:00]
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Re: she was not a peacock (User Rating: 1 )
by aernby on Friday, 22nd November 2002 @ 10:38:27 PM AEST
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I like this --- especially the understated tranfere of the pea***** image from her to him.

nice job

aern+

Re: she was not a peacock (User Rating: 1 )
by OreO on Friday, 22nd November 2002 @ 11:22:28 PM AEST
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This is absolutely beautiful,
i really enjoyed this one, This is
so full of love and passion and
pride..Beautiful piece of work here
Thanks for sharing this one
.::´¯`·..· OreO·..·´¯`::.

Re: she was not a peacock (User Rating: 1 )
by DreamWeaver on Sunday, 24th November 2002 @ 07:13:52 AM AEST
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Excellent write ... had to read it a few times to get all the messages - really great write.

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