Tangled sheets,
of him no sign,
Pale walls blush
beneath the inquisitive gaze
of dawn, spilling all they have seen
at a glance (brazen).
Passion's passage,
strewn across glossy floorboards,
lit softly,
(striped through blinds not yet fully opened)
And for a moment,
(a glorious moment)
the scene is an installation of love (Lust?)
that holds no shame.
Glass kissed brightly,
stings sleepless eyes,
and the slightest shift of limbs,
leaves her bereft (of hope?)
Goosebumps dance along skin and soul,
as doubts tumble through the blinds,
quicker than the new day,
(yet another new day).
When all she longs for is last night,
the fierceness of kisses,
the abandon of anonymity,
the promise of marbled flesh,
strobe lit by moonglow (not neon).
All at once the room is pierced by reality,
and she is naked in more (manners) than skin.
Displaced,
an intruder (a coward),
and words remembered scare her now,
under the knowing eyes of a sun,
whom still rises, (no matter what lies are told).
Curls no longer scented with orange blossoms,
shake cigarette smoke loose-
although for a moment,
his smell clings to her shoulder,
as she buries her face against the truth one more time.
Eyes close and she watches herself,
pad across the gleaming wood,
(barefoot)towards the ensuite,
white tiled, unspoiled, untrue,
And climb into the shower to surprise him?
(delight him, disgust him, confuse him?)
And she smiles, and touches the skin at her wrist,
where he kissed her not long before,
shaking her heart along with her head,
(free of the not to be's).
Fresh faced,
towel wrapped, he steps back into the room,
A hesitant (hopeful?)
smile hovering about his lips,
Which fades as his eyes take in the empty bed,
and his ears hear a door close
somwhere down the hall,
And his anger tries to slam a door inside,
but then he spies her note,
Lipstick scrawl across glass framed blandness,
Sorry xx
And the smile breaks through,
and the door inside
stays ajar.
Author notes
4)) What are you made of? (Interpret that however you wish) / What is the story to why you are who you are?
A contest entry
- Self-reflection: Write to your past OR choose an option by we lit a flame.
600 points, ended February 8, 2008, 41 entries
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Loved it. Your imagery is incredible, and you incorporate feelings so well into your writing- you have flawless structure, and an intriguing flow. I applaud you for an Exceptional write.
Best wishes,
Cordelia
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bravo
A wonderfully concieved and poignant piece of writing, both brilliant and sad--excellent! bravo... bravo... bravo... -
"and she is naked in more (manners) than skin"... we have all been there and this line is the perfect, painful reminder of that...
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Wow now i did not see the end coming with this one.her was me thinking poor girl.When all the time it was a build up to poor guy.Wonderful I love it
Small typo line 8 accross/Across
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Georgeous, and just plain awww!
I really enjoyed reading this piece because it's so romantic, while at the same dime being slightly mysterious (or is that just me?). I certainly liked the first line, it was my favorite: Tangled sheets, of him no sign...Twilight
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his smell clings to her shoulder,
as she buries her face against the truth one more time
Such depth in the loss of hearts. Knowing that the truth is slipping away through the cracks of open wounds. Closing them is rebirth of self, knowing that is priceless.
I loved it!!!!!
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bravo
Extremely well done piece of writing (though, perhaps, more prose than poetry). Superbly done, the ending was a tad arcane, but that is to the good. Excellent! bravo... bravo... bravo...
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Wow thats awesome great work im practically speechless
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my heart goes mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm after reading this amazing work im surely gonna forward this to my girl
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