My heart pounds, a drum-beat within
my ribs, against the very crust of my chest.
My skin fevers, merely thin layers distant
from yours. I beat lasciviously, wanton
for the bump of your heart beating
beneath the surface, beating against mine.
When you swallow black evening air
it fills your heart not your lungs, I should know;
it fills your eyes and your mind, and
tingles in the shivery corner of your belly.
Your eyes kiss mine before your lips quite dare,
and your hands -- so gentle as to be bruising
my heart to the point of an aching, sore elation.
Our lips embrace in small sips, savoring,
and honestly I didn't know kisses could taste
like beginnings and breezes and cities
through the rose-hue of darkness, and how
hurried love wreaks craving, and how
tonight will soon be a lovesick memory.
Each brief meeting of our lips bruises
me further; I know my heart will be
dark-blue tomorrow, and I know
we're meant only to be ephemeral,
but just now I can't bring myself
to care.
Author notes
m a d g i r l s l o v e s o n g
Revision of 'Black Evening Bruises' (http://allpoetry.com/poem/5800989)
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"My heart pounds, a drum-beat withinmy ribs, against the very crust of my chest." That was well written, vivid mental imagery. Very mind capturing. "lasciviously" I wasn't sure what this meant at first but it caught my attention. This was a very well written poem. Well done
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Absolutey love it.The flow and the imagery are both amazing.Kudos to a poem well written.
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I love it! Fabulous imagery and I love your descriptive sentences. "The rose-hue of darkness": Brilliant!
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