THE DEFINITIVE KISS

sad departing

Her Green eyes follow his low hip swing

blue and white uniform

darkened by the sky

wanes to a blur as distance moans

She endearingly tastes his definitive kiss

a medley of honey, cloves, and cinnamon

the smell of his cologne

a mingle of pinewood, sage, and turmeric

Isolation embarks on bleakness

frigid season surfaces

she trusts the winter moon for compose

Time transcends oceans

waves convey relevance

faces melt away into a color wash

She awakens from a dream in a slimy sweat

the spare side vacant

her torso stretches and yawns

dresses in a pink silk robe, gently sweeps the pine floor

gingerly kisses his photo

this once only a memory

of intimate senses she so reveres

his embodiment exists

in her own shadowy universe

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I loved dear Betty, how you used the language.
"her torso stretches and yawns
dresses in a pink silk robe, gently sweeps the pine floor
gingerly kisses his photo
this once only a memory"
The above lines. You gave the description, power and wonder. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Betty Hermelee]

Thank you; your review is much appreciated !

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome dear Betty.

[barleygirl]

Your poem gives a "retro" feel since anyone in current times would be texting & checking for new selfies obsessively thru-out the early hours & days of a definitive parting such as your poem implies. You use a ton of inventive imagery, stated with originality. Love all the scents of the kiss (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Betty Hermelee]

Thanks always Marge, you're absolutely on the spot, texting, selfies didn't even enter my mind, so you're correct, it's from another era...hugs, xo B

[barleygirl]

I love the dichotomy between the way we remember stuff & the way it's done now . . .

[Betty Hermelee]

P.S. I’m putting up chapter 6 of COOL JOE, would like your opinion, when you have a minute...question?
Are my chapters called a chapbook or a novella?
Xo, B

[barleygirl]

I'm feeling scattered today, but I plan on heavy reviewing this weekend, so I'll get to it. Thanks for the heads-up!

[Betty Hermelee]

So appreciated!

[Chris Shaw]

Quite a mystery to this piece because I am unsure whether it is a temporary or permanent separation. A military man going off to serve or perhaps never coming back. Whatever, she is missing his tender touch a great deal. Very nicy penned Betty.

Chris

[Betty Hermelee]

Hey Chris, I guess I wrote this to confuse readers!! But you can interpret any way you choose,
Fondly with peace, Betty

[Patricia Wedel]

To trust the Winter Moon in her pink silk gown and taste the kisses of honey, cloves and cinnamon would take her to the Moon and back... tenderly, Pat

[Betty Hermelee]

Thanks Pat, always appreciate your views, they are poetry in themselves!

[John the Baptist]

This is a haunting piece, made especially so by the last lines. We get the initial impression that the absent loved one is either a member of the military or an airline pilot. All indications are that he is only temporarily gone. By poem's end, though, we wonder if we are beholding a woman's delusions, or maybe even dementia. For some of the bereaved, there is only the past.

[Betty Hermelee]

Thanks John for your compelling review; it is a bit haunting, deliberately; Best, Betty