Penelope's eyes remind me of a far past
When I was an invisible sailor in love
With a woman who was looking for an expert.
Penelope's eyes emanate both love and hope
Shining through her dark eyes like flames of fleeting peace.
Her last name says it all; a word the never dies
Unlike Penelope's eyes; closed now, like her mouth,
Yet still penetrating my chest with their light warmth,
Allowing me to dream her in reality.
Penelope's eyes speak to me in Shakespeare's tongues;
Although it is the Bard's pussy that steals the show,
Along with her feet(s) and every other sentence.
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Dedicated to Penelope Israel.
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Patrick M. Ohana
A medical writer who reads and writes fiction and some nonfiction, although the latter may appear at times like the former. Most of my pieces (over 2,200) are or will be available on Shakespeare's Shoes.
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The imagery of her eyes, both a source of hope and a reminder of past love, resonates deeply. Your portrayal of the silent yet powerful communication through her gaze is evocative and poignant. The intertwining of personal memory with classical allusions enriches the narrative, making it both intimate and universal. Thank you for sharing such a touching piece.