Intoxicated Love

a poem about a first encounter.

 

Her golden hair

                     Smells of cinnamon.

                          I am transfixed by her soft skin.

 

She holds my hand.

                      Our fingers connect like

                     jigsaw pieces.

 

She whispers into my left ear,

her lime blossom perfume glides up my nose.

 

The crowded bar that we are in suddenly

                                   burst into green flames. I see and hear

                                                               No one apart the women sitting in front of me.

 

I am inside a vacuum of a green haze,

                                            Surrounded by the aromas

                              Of lime blossom, cinnamon

                                              

   and the sweet pungent feminine smell    

                                                        Of a woman.

 ©LukeRitta

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i really like "fingers connect like jigsaw puzzles"

that is wonderful...i like the entire mood of this piece...and there is such a beautiful truth in a first meeting with someone like this...the rest of the world just gets shut out...and she is the only thing we see, hear, feel...that is it.

nice scenario painted here...

jacob

[Octob3r Star]

Awesome imagery

[♪The Girl Next Do..]

Very nice. It represents how a man should think about a women. very good

[Meghan]

The imagery in this piece was amazing. Like the others said, I enjoyed the aspect of the speaker losing himself in the moment of just him and his lover. Very vivid piece thanks for sharing!

[Geraldine]

Oh I so enjoyed reading this. Very good description. "Our fingers connect like jigsaw pieces." That made me smile. ^^

[Brandi Nicole]

I can't imagine the scent made when lime blossom and cinnamon intertwine, but I can remember the days of hazy bars and hazier interludes ! I enjoyed this one......good write.

[fjgale]

Awesome use of the senses to set the scene and convey intense feeling

[Robbie~xoxo~]

Oh how I love this! You have expressed the essence of her lime blossom and cinnamon aromas so well...
GREEN, my favorite color... comes to life!... Intoxicatingly delicious! Lovely write, Luke!

[TawnyBlueStar]

"She holds my hand. Our fingers connect like jigsaw pieces." - thats lovely :D
really like this poem
going to my library ^^

[Jvonne]

It’s the smells we always remember best isn’t it? Those first moments which we remember as perfect. A lovely poem, thank you for sharing.