Prostitute

[JTParreira]

First, the depths of her eyes

let the night in. Then the body

turns the corners as if passing through walls

of crystal, the hair trembles

on the shoulders, the lips

smile behind a crimson

flower, the legs climb steeply

from the high heels;

finally, the breasts that shield

the cold against itself

let go of the world that always falls to her feet:

the stockings, the intimate

rose, the body

inside the dress.

 

by J T Parreira

[Leafriver]

Literary Movement I did not understand, but this has a bit of earth and common ground. You have given a sort of dignity to the Woman of the Night, and a sort of beauty. And yet, somehow and I don't know the how, you have given us a scent of sadness and foreboding.

[Aleksandra]

Hello Joao, nice to see you around nice to meet you face to face

 

This poem is well written and very sensitive with all description and expressing how the woman can be " seen "

 

I like how this poem starts.

 

Thank you for sharing

 

Aleksandra