Sunday, 20 December 2015

Meeting



You smelt of cheap red wine
as my tongue flicked over your lips.
Gauloises tainted your finger tips
as you tipped my chin.
Shadows of past lovers disappeared,
scuttling through crevasses
into an iron grey nothingness.

I tiptoe in silver shoes,
a trail of wanton organza sweeps behind me
wayward and sultry in conflict.
Lashes close on emerald eyes
against strangers with wrong impressions.
The dilated iris are only for you.
I flash you a look and you agree in principle.

KD 20/12/15

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5 comments:

  1. Oh la la, you brought out the sensual aspect so effectively. :).

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  2. Wonderful here.. the eyes and lashes so very seductive

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  3. I like the idea of strangers with the wrong impressions. . . it fits with all of us, trying to capture the story of this picture.

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