Tangled Sheets

 

Tangled sheets twisted between damp limbs,

Hot in the early morning summer hours.

The crickets begin to quiet

As their songs fade from Nighttime’s memory.

Echoes of Etta James ring

In my ears as my mind

Dances through the night before

Remembering trembling sighs.

Flashes of strong fingers

Gliding over bare hips as

Love chills race along our backs.

 

I remember last night, the taste of your lips,

The smell of your skin - clean, manly.  

Your heart pounding against mine

As I pull you close and call your name.

 

But as the morning light shines

Through the cracks in the blinds

Your side of the bed is empty.

Once again you’re gone before

The morning dew settles

And I’m left to wonder

When you’ll return home.  

Reviews

[Big ol' Kahuna]

Great poem. Nice flow. Tells a good story. Has a bit of mystery to it. I think it is very hip with some Etta thrown in there, it gives it kind of a musical feel to it. Probably musical because I was really drawn to the lines "The crickets begin to quiet As their songs fade from Nighttime's memory." I really liked that musical image in my head.

I liked the entire poem. Start to finish, well thought out and excecuted wonderfully.

[Bud]

Romantic and pure. Places a feeling of warmth and excitement in the heart. WOW is right! Excellent piece of work.

[Pratibha]

WOW WOW WOW....
And i am left to wonder when will he be back !
Such a sweet love...and such a sweet ending...what is more passionate than waiting for another love filled night....

[Scarlet Love]

your amazing at portraying these love scenes. excellent. as if it would be anything else? ^__^

[Michael X]

Wow you have an amazing way with endearing sensuousness, flows like a cool brook on a warm
summer day and the smooth wording paints imagery upon the canvas of the heart,
I love how your details brush the colors of desire and nature mixed to create a beautiful image
of bliss and eloquence, your talent never ceases to amaze me, it's pure romance