Monday, February 11, 2013
SEALED
SEALED
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.
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9 comments:
Great mood and imagery.
Feels like she is the song from the saxophone ! Cheers, mate
Sealing the deal ~~ love it!
What a steamy, romantic, and beautiful poem. I enjoyed the metaphors throughout. Great writing here!
Whew! Fanning here. Nice take and I'm loving the sax in the background.
...like a scene from a movie! Nice one.
I like the saxy ending.
;)
sexy and hot . . . .
Lips like envelope points...I love that! Hip and oh so sexy, Wayne!
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