Velvet Air
R. Scott DeSena is 45 years
old, lives in South Florida, and manages to write beautiful poetry in
between the various other things he does in the course of a day. This
is a visceral poem, with vibrant images and a structure that supports
strong emotion. Feel it as you read it—and look for more of DeSena's
work showcased here in the future.
Velvet Air
By R. Scott DeSena
Passes through my window
Tears into my skin
Brands my mind
With your face
Never fading
Emerging still
All the while—
Cement rain falls on my house
Pounding on my soul
Trying to pull you out
The sky—exploding
And righteously so
Velvet air
Passes through my shadow
Never saying hello
Tasting every bit of irony
On my salty tongue.
Velvet Air
By R. Scott DeSena
Passes through my window
Tears into my skin
Brands my mind
With your face
Never fading
Emerging still
All the while—
Cement rain falls on my house
Pounding on my soul
Trying to pull you out
The sky—exploding
And righteously so
Velvet air
Passes through my shadow
Never saying hello
Tasting every bit of irony
On my salty tongue.
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