This is my 41st entry to the 100days poetry challenge.
Goodbyes they say are just hellos said backwards
Spacious heart
Echoing sounds
My prima donna swung up her hands
in ectasy
Like french antiquity
Whirling her body in intoxicating antsy
with her nude clothed body
Burning eyes with cold flames
She walked the melodies filling the theatre
Like she created the sounds
Or controlled my cochlea
Making out lustful eyes married the lights that trailed her
My prima donna was swift
Like angelic wings
Swinging the full circles of the hall with her voice like a cushy kiss
Her red painted lips
Her black pointed heels
Painted my eyes bloodshot and my pointed ice got shot
She swayed sideways leaving me to fate
When I only thought we had begun
The rapt goodbye was the antithesis of what I expected
This goodbye wasn't the hello spelt backwards I guess
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