Paper Thin Immediate


The moon drinks memories
from your hands caressing my skin
as I curl into the jasmine scent
of so many yesterdays lost
to a calendar.

In the paper thin immediate
I stop reading the mirror and
trust I am the woman I see in your eyes.

Tomorrow surrenders its weapons.

Comments

said…
Damn, Susie. This has everything I want --- erotica, the chosen hopefulness, brevity. I will drink of that yummy cup.
said…
Oh, and fabulous title.
Ellecee said…
Lovely and sensual, Susie,, :-)
M said…
so much to admire here, Susie, but especially the closing line ~
Ron. said…
Oh, Clevenger, you're killin me. This is... Whammo! From beginning to end. Whammo! Period.
Kerry O'Connor said…
That last line is the killer!
Beautiful altogether, and what a great last line.
Sanaa Rizvi said…
Wow!! You had me at the opening line ❤️❤️ This is sheer poetic brilliance!
Anmol (HA) said…
This is so blissful — the experience, the atmosphere, and the flow of it.
"I curl into the jasmine scent" is my favourite phrase here.
Angela Kay said…
This is so powerful, Susie!! Also relatable. Just lovely!
tonispencer said…
What a wonderful last line. I have a feeling you are that woman.
WildChild47 said…
word perfect --- paper thin immediate indeed! and as the others have said, absolute killer closing line!
love this from start to finish Susie - Brava!
Margaret said…
... trust I am the woman... This whole poem is a silent prayer, a plea, a settling into... Gorgeous.
Jim said…
Beautiful, Susie. Happy ending with encouraging Tomorrow.
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Thotpurge said…
That close is so good!
Kim M. Russell said…
Title, last line and all points in-between – wonderful, Susie!
Wow! That first stanza knocked me out with its imagery and sensuality.