Monday, February 11, 2013



Her lips, envelope points.
Sealed corners.  Emotions
folded tightly.  Softly she smiles;
yesterday hides behind her lips.

Slender tapered fingers; tugging
and holding.  Arms harmonizing with
motion, waltzing past hot air.
Vapour surrounds her in hot shadows.

Jazz music.  Lipstick;  drawing her
darkness into sin, breathing, wanting
forgiveness.  Her words wave like
lips drying.  Hair hangs
smoldering in heat.  Showers fire cold
bodies.  A saxophone plays her song.


anthonynorth said...

Great mood and imagery.

Kutamun said...

Feels like she is the song from the saxophone ! Cheers, mate

Helen said...

Sealing the deal ~~ love it!

The Write Girl said...

What a steamy, romantic, and beautiful poem. I enjoyed the metaphors throughout. Great writing here!

Judy Roney said...

Whew! Fanning here. Nice take and I'm loving the sax in the background.

keiths ramblings said... a scene from a movie! Nice one.

Sue said...

I like the saxy ending.


Friko said...

sexy and hot . . . .

Tess Kincaid said...

Lips like envelope points...I love that! Hip and oh so sexy, Wayne!