fragrant bathwater
and incense breaths -
waiting for her lover's touch
sadly smiling -
knowing "lover" was a euphemistic
salve to burned conscience
she resided in no man's land
neither lover or partner
but slayer of demons,
stroker of ego
his doll with silken skin
woven with the threads of his passion
A contest entry
- Quickie ~ 10 x 50 x 30 ~ Reserve Your Spot Now! ~ by Celticmoon.
450 points, ended July 18, 2007, 9 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This is a rather interesting piece. It's filled with mised emotion. Anticipation for his touch but regret and sadness lingers beneath the surface, drifting in her mind; how she has gotten to where she is and why she remain there still a mystery. Bravo! Thank you for entering and good luck!
Blessings
Bel
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Your prompt is: Embroidered Silk
Or
The picture on the main page
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