NN Header

Tuesday, 7 June 2016

Poem: Passionate Scorch

Caught between her lips, 
Is the rim of wineglass, 
So delicate, allowing their redness to 
Smear the sides of its smooth surface. 

Clenched between her teeth, 
Is a pain so unbearable, 
Shooting straight to the core, 
But she had to bite it back. 

Clasped between two fingers, 
Is a lit cigarette waiting to smolder 
Out her sadness, with every puff- 
Lifting her with the wafts of smoke. 

Clad in nothing but her own skin, 
She could only warm herself tonight, 
With the happier memories, so sweet, 
When passion between them scorched...... 

copyright © 2016 thearcticstar

No comments:

Post a Comment