Sunday, 9 August 2015

obsession



one day
i
will be able
to forget
that you fill
my mind
with inappropriate thoughts
your words hold me hostage,
an obsession,
twisting around me
as smoke, an image in
faded silver mirrors
flit a second out of sight,
perfumes catch momentarily
just out of range
a memory hiding somewhere
my grasp gone
frustrating
that place you touched now numb
the lace etched on my skin
white, delicate for you
has been made a tattoo
i wear it like a talisman for your return
i cannot let you go.

kd 9/8/15

for the other poets work f No. 282  go here.

15 comments:

  1. Ah, but the 'one day' will be so much harder to obtain with the tattoo...well done.

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  2. This is just beautiful. Thank you for sharing!

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  3. wonderful attention to the image....

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  4. With a mark like that serving as a reminder, I don't think the first lines will come true. Nicely done.

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  5. Nice take on the prompt, love does that to people

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  6. your words hold me hostage,
    an obsession,twisting around me

    How one can exercise control over another with the kind of persuasion of a simple and a sweet-talking tongue. Nice write Kay!

    Hank

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  7. I like the perfumes catching memory. Nice work.

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  8. I wonder if one can ever forget once that tattoo has put on..

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  9. Oh lovely and smokey-sexy, just like the pic. Well done. Loved it. :-)

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  10. Hope that "one day" comes soon..

    Here is my take:

    ​stinging the sin

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  11. wow. fantastic write. From the beginning to the end, I was on board for this poem.

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  12. And neither should you ( let him go )

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  13. passion it all this.. and more. There is a pain in the pleasure as well.

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