It was enough to blur his hearing
And silence his sight.
The helix of her legs
like apricot DNA.
And that laugh, hah, that laugh:
The wet song of a park place victory.
The swan sip of a ballerina.
He could taste it on his lips:
The sweet of chicory
The bitter of sweet
A pop-rock dance on his tongue.
Strange that recalling it
Made his head shake,
And his chin tilt,
With a whiskered cheshire grin.
Author notes
I recently watched a film and one of the actors beautifully responded to an actress' laugh... I loved it.
Edited. Contemplating changing "strange that" to "just" -- or in fact cutting out "strange that" on the whole.
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"He could taste it on his lips:
The sweet of chicory
The bitter of sweet"
that word chicory is sooo barley used.
i loved this stanza just because its so descriptive
thanx for sharing
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I know! Chicory definitely should get more use -- it's just delicious. Thanks for reading.
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"And that laugh, hah, that laugh
The wet song of a park lane victory.
The swan sip of a ballerina"
Beautiful. I absoluteely love this one. Excellent work.
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Thank you very much! As always, your comments are immensly appreciated.
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