Heels of Remembrance

Capricious waves push at my hands, show how much you mean to me
Do you remember how we used to play instead of talk
I would dress for my day while you stood with your back turned
Considering if you should go ahead and celebrate the details
Of a few minutes drawn in chalk

Our eyes look down the road at the reasons we have to be grateful
Looking at skid marks left in place from better times
While a wisp of smoke considers those heels I wore for you
That tore down the walls in our bedroom many nights
As the memories filled your mind

Just a little air to breathe was all we needed inside of this our warmth
So we would be able to feel the joy of love without labels
You stepped back and so did I to sip from the glass of our glow
Because we thought routine had taken all control
Leaving nothing on our table

I find I cannot breathe the air and this drink has lost its glow
Have you forgotten how we used to play
Where is that wisp of smoke that remembers me in heels
That tore down the walls in our bedroom
As we undressed our day

Author's Note

Space is good if not taken too far................

Reviews

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

Whew! This is one way to recover that glow.
This poem could raise the eyebrow of a man that has flatlined...
or have women ending up turning into mothers..lol
It should come with a disclaimer..or a waiver to click just to protect you
from a lawsuit. lol.

[Joel M Frye]

...and space is good so long as it does not become a vacuum. Really like how you shifted the expansive to the claustrophobic here, Neva. I find myself pulling for the well-heeled "you".

[WatashLegend]

As wonderful a thought as a forever together is at the same time if not kept in perspective time and life can get away from a relationship until one morning two people only have the question of what happened? Nice write that makes the reader ponder well done

[Rick Puetter]

Hi Neva,

So this is a nice piece. Smoldering in fact. Yes, those heels. That passion. I understand so well.

You have done a nice job capturing the sexual tension that arises between man and woman. You lament it's transience. So do I. Probably everyone does that has experienced this chemistry and spark. This is something evolution has left for us to ensure the continuance of our species. This is animal and raw. However because it is animal and raw it dies away when the animal passion subsides. Powerful, yes, but transitory.

Wonderful vision, capturing the turmoil of sexuality and youth trying to understand its overpowering passions. Kudos and high marks. This was greatly enjoyed.

Best regards,

Rick

[Arthur Henn]

I forgot to mention the photo - Perfect!

[Arthur Henn]

Sigh - This was nice Neva

Just a little air to breathe was all we needed inside of this our warmth
So we would be able to feel the joy of love without labels
You stepped back and so did I to sip from the glass of our glow
Because we thought routine had taken all control
Leaving nothing on our table

Wonderful!

[quinfinn]

well, you certainly know how to make a man sweat, using delicate innuendo and cleverly crafted words which are spun as a fine silken fantasy. this is a beautiful and wistful memory of those tender things in life, love , and the little nuances which make them memorable. outstanding write!

[Hayley]

I feel a suffocating point, here. When it used to be easier, but now it's like you can't breathe...
Your wording is fantastic.

[Art Sun]

absolutely stunning work Neva...you wrap those thoughts so creatively...enriching us with more of your depth and poetic excellence...

[Layla J Omorose]

once again another beautiful write..loved it

[Derek S.Keck]

Well... this blew my mind. It seems so unfortunate, because time does seem to tarnish everything silver. People always seem to forget about why they fell in love, and they get tangled in that mess of following some course to try to better themselves and they forget about the beauty of life. We're better now; we get worse with time. I struggle with just always trying to become something else in my life and I forget to smell the roses in front of me. I think this seems to be the fate of every human being. I'm just glad I'm fortunate enough to be aware (most of the time) when I'm doing it. Outstanding Neva!