It's hushed,
the darkened room
silent. Except
the sound of breath
soft in chests.
And there is only
sensation.
Lips are soft
honeysuckle
against slick
skin slips
over skin.
Teeth grating,
bones bend
to fit.
Fingers graze
creamy-pale flesh
feeling lost
in feeling,
lost in
you.
And as pulses
hit like waves
on the shore,
so you press,
so, raspy voiced,
"more."
And shaking,
hands search,
scratch
the surface,
deeper.
Blue to green,
eyes affix.
That tongue
those lips
and teeth
do tricks.
Now the room,
still dark,
not so quiet,
panting,
sighing,
lips and teeth
crash as
hips to hips
match
a rhythm
internal.
Hearts beat
sweat slips
across
and moans
eek out
of dry throats.
Two so
become
bones and
soul and
skin,
One.
I loved this poem! It almost gave me the chills at the end. I liked the style of the poem as well, where you'd write 1-2 words per line. My favorite line was probably, "Two become bones and soul and skin, one." It was a little eerie, yet beautiful at the same time. The use of honeysuckle was a good description of what lips should feel and taste like.
ReplyDeleteVery sexy! I agree with Rachel that the style makes the poem really cool. I really like "Two so become bones and soul and skin, One".
ReplyDeletePretty cool, definitely sensual.
ReplyDeleteCan you think about why you chose to use such short lines? What is the effect of that? Will you do it again? In what circumstance?
Dave
The short lines were supposed to mimmic shortness of breath, as is experienced during such intimate encounters. I'm not sure what the effect is, but everyone seemed to like it. I would use it again in a poem with similarly overwhelming emotion or sensation perhaps.
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