Fire spills down my throat
as the cool liquid tarnishes
the sharp edge on your words
..and nourishes..
my insides.
I can smile again at you.
It rolls lazily around the room,
enticing me for more than just the contact high
that I was settling for.
Slow and easy the smoke enters mouth,
and tickles my throat with sweet fierceness.
I can see you watching me.
This party is becoming more interesting as I keep
swallowing.
My body is becoming more relaxed
as the gentle intruders ravage.
Tomorrow there will be hell.
But tonight...
You're walking towards me.
The mischief in your eyes gives you away.
You know what you do to me.
No words spoken,
just flesh touching,
and we become one in our
own little dance,
that excites them all to see.
It doesn't bother us that we are center stage.
So many months since...
The last thing on our minds is who,
now we only want what.
Skin so soft,
and habits so sweet,
I swallow my inhibitions
and accept the dance.
A contest entry
- swallow by Kansas June.
550 points, ended December 27, 2008, 18 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This is one of those poems that leads the reader in a totally individual way. So versatile and yet focused. I'm happy to have read it.
Sharon
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excellent piece of writing
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I was throughly attracted to this poem by the last two lines in the first stanza. This is a beautiful, and real, poem. I think everyone who reads this can relate to it in some way unique to them; everyone can see their own stories inside your words. At least, I can see a story of mine within your words. Thank you for sharing this peice with us. Great job, and thank you for entering
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enticing
I connected with these lines:
"Tomorrow there will be hell.
But tonight...
You're walking towards me."
Beautifully written, without giving too much away...
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ahh i got images with this one, it was really fantastic.
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