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.

[Pebbles]

Wow Neva lady you sure know how to wear them heals lol !! brilliant read my friend :)

[Gone]

holy smoke Neva, outstanding x

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really impressive how you captured the essence of love that has lost its feeling..relationships can easily turn to this..you conveyed it with a twist of sophistication and sensuality

[Veronica Chandler]

Neva this piece evokes the "special" beauty of intimacy in a way that seems PG to me and the careful way you illuded to the idea of more mature expressions "That tore down the walls in our bedroom many nights" are metaphoric and I think appropriate for a younger audience. There are other ways to tear down walls. But I hold values outside the "norm" so, I may not be the best person to advise on the appropriateness of audience selection. All that being said, the piece is evocative and simply put, inspried. Just beautiful work.

[Lily Mae]

And killing me as you are flipping amazing.. :) x

[Clay Feet]

I remember the mornings, evenings and nights when hearts took flight
And laughing ceased when sighs increased.
Sweet smell of sensual sweat-smoke seared scarring.
Beautiful curves in lithe writhing ancient poses glowed anew.
Worldly cares lost in arousing touch, lingering fingers longed for
Secrets shared in sacred sights and wanton light...
Arching union quivered and quaked.
I whispered then and will again that heels were not made for walking,
Their soul purpose to rise high and reach the skyway to breathless ecstasy.

Your art is so deliciously sensual, Neva.

[Lily Mae]

Oh my Neva...you are killing me today with your work.. That last stanza...hello ;) xx

[Alicia Hirshey]

Wow. This left me speachless.