Rose flesh
softens the glare
of white sheets.
In the cigarette
afterglow
we are silent.
No words
can transcend
the poetry
our bodies spoke
in the velvet trance
of ecstasy’s oblivion.
I will drink the wine
of our silence
until I am inebriated
with the delusion
a ticking clock isn’t racing
toward goodbye.
©Susie Clevenger 2014
Comments
Anna :o]
Happy New Year!
dani
♥
<3
and it says:
Stay.
Beautiful poem.
excellent, delicious, Susie.
of our silence
until I am inebriated"
This is a beautiful set of poetry. WOW...
of our silence
until I am inebriated"
racing toward goodbye
There are lots to be accomplished and time is a factor. Hopefully one can succeed and survive doing them! Nicely Susie!
Hank
Luv, K
My first time here and this is the one that caught my eye the most - Here you have deftly captured a sweet moment that really resonates in the memory - Loved it! Regards Scott www.scotthastie.com