Sapphic Voices Poetry

Poetry by Riele St. Vincent

Poetry Set One

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Denouement

Copyright © by Riele St. Vincent, May 3, 2011

Eyes shaped like
Warm Brazil nuts
Studded with black agate
Shimmering in a
Grecian riverbed
Grope my gaze.
Brows, arched knife points,
Of Aztec obsidian,
Punctuate your desire.
Lashes inked by a
French master with
Crow quill pen
Flick and flit.
Our hands entwine in
Hair tangled in
Thick moist midnight.
Woman,
Paradise begins an
Ends
In your embrace.

Badass Girl

Copyright © by Riele St. Vincent, May 3, 2011

Hip swayin', sashayin'
Badass girl.
Legs so long
Should be
Illegal.
Side steppin',
Slippery slidin',
You're signifyin',
Ain't no denyin',
You're servin' up
Sizzlin' sex
On a sweet
Popsicle stick.

Blue Eyes

Copyright © by Riele St. Vincent, May 3, 2011

Just how do I describe
Astonishing blue eyes
In a way refreshing and new?
Could I say her eyes were so blue they
Shamed away
The gray from rainy April skies?
I know so little
About her,
But I know about eyes,
Blue eyes,
Blue girl eyes,
Eyes that seek and find and hold and
Make a girl like me
Fantasize.

I know her name,
Natalie,
And I know she waits tables
In an upscale place,
And I know about her eyes,
Blue eyes,
Black lashes, thick black lashes,
Surrounding brilliant blue eyes.
Blue eyes seek my green ones,
Every time,
Servicing our table,
Every time,
Grabbing my green ones,
Refusing to let go.

I know her name is Natalie.
I know she is pretty
With dark auburn hair,
Straight,
Held back with a clip,
Long bangs hanging loose,
Framing those eyes,
Blue, beautiful eyes.
Blue eyes I tested
With my green ones.
Will she look directly into my eyes
When she returns?
Blue eyes
Instantly seek mine.
Eight in our party,
All women.
Why me?
Does she know?
Could it be?

I know her name is Natalie,
And I know where she works,
And I know she is pretty,
And I notice she is
Tall,
About my height,
And she is spectacularly slender
Dressed in her sleek black blouse
And form-hugging black pants,
And I know about her eyes,
Surprising blue eyes,
Blue eyes that make me squirm,
Blue eyes from which
I turn away
To talk to my friend
Seated to my right
Because it isn't right
To look into
Blue eyes over and over
Again,
Blue eyes that seek mine
Over the course of a
Three-hour luncheon
With friends
Who don't know,
But
Might guess if
They see the silent
Dance
Of green eyes and blue.

I know her name is Natalie.
I know she has blue eyes,
Blue eyes that defy
Description,
But I won't look,
I won't look at her
Blue eyes.
I will listen as she
Talks with the other women.
We've been here so long,
She's easily engaged in
Light conversation.
She's articulate, poised,
A good waitress,
But
Not a waitress,
Maybe a grad student.
My God!
She's young!
How have I stolen
Blue eyes
>From a very pretty,
Oh-so young
Woman
Like me, but
Not like me?
I'm ashamed and flattered and rattled, but
So is she.
She speaks to me, and
I try not to look, but
I have to look at
Miraculous blue eyes, and
She's nervous, tongue-tied, flustered,
Blue eyes
Fidgeting over my green.

I know her name is Natalie,
And I know she has the most
Amazing blue eyes.
I don't know why those
Cool blue eyes
Bore into mine.
Can she tell?
Sitting with a group of
Decidedly
Straight
Women,
I watch
Surreptitiously, and
Her blue eyes do not
Seek theirs.
Is she?
Those blue eyes
Don't lie, but
Banish the lewd
Thought.
Young, too, too young,
Blue eyes
Notwithstanding.
I want to ask one of my friends,
"Did you notice? Did you see?"
Blue eyes
Embracing me.

I know her name,
And where she works,
And I'm inwardly utterly giddy with
Young, blue, girl eyes
And lovely long black lashes,
Blue eyes that shame the gray
>From my rainy April day.
She turns and leans
Over a nearby table to
Figure the bill..
Blue eyes out of sight.
I allow myself a longer look
At her,
At her sweet, firm behind.
"Turn around," I think.
This is torture,
Temptation, torment, but
Thank you.
The pleasure is all mine, and
I think this is about
Something more
Than just your tip.
Before I leave,
She smiles and
Splendid blue eyes
Meet mine.

Later, as I drift off to sleep,
The image of blue eyes
Wafts about in my twilight state,
And I smile,
Happy for once that
Blue eyes replace the brown eyes
That I have lost and missed and
Dreamed about for far too long.
I will conjure blue eyes,
Bluegirleyes with thickblacklashes.
Blue eyes give me hope.
Yes, even blue eyes that I
Will never pursue,
Promise that despair will be banished
And gray April skies will soon
Change to blue.

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