Romance
Clouds of sugar spun to sticky sweetness
Melting to nothing on the tongue.
Motion frozen, conversation held
And dangling in mid-air.
Tunes fading in the light of morning.
Smudged mascara, lipstick blurred,
Eyes red with weariness.
Clutching hands and fumbling kisses,
Lip to lip, and tongue to tongue.
Bodies straining to be one.
'Chanel No. 5' or Patou's 'Joy
Lingering on a dress.
The smell of sweat
Drying to acrid aftermath.
This is romance.
1 comment:
You did it! Hooray! Well, this is a very evocative poem which, to me, captures the hot passionate romance of a youthful night out and the lingering after scents. I think we've all had some moment when we've come across someone we really fancy and get all tongue tied.
I'm so pleased you mastered the art of getting it posted!!
Izzy
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