Little Ivory Keys Waiting To Be Played

I remember them
filing into my room
to say goodnight.
each in their own unique way,
all smelling of bourbon and scotch
and ladies perfume...
their shirts slightly rumpled
from beads of lust and sweat.
They snuck off my Mother's dance floor,
and came creeping under mine, opening the door;
opening me
to the thrill of anticipation.
a child's timidity
brushed with a feather of a curious desire.
One by one they sat at my bedside.
Silhouette and shadow;
dark frames with large white hands
glowing in the moonlight
fingers tapping out promises
on the tightrope of my skin.....
my little heart pure thunder,
my small body,  just little
ivory keys waiting to be played.

Reviews

[Toni Prehoda Kahler]

I can't even review, I am sitting stunned....your last three lines make me silent weep.....

This is one of the best poems I have read! I loved the mixed feelings I took away from reading this. I do think it is excellent work!

[Legion]

What a whirlwind of mixed thoughts take from this. I've read the other reviews and have to wonder if what they say is exactly what you intended for this to be. What a great gift you have as a writer. I have seen much talent here and elsewhere. You fall into that category as well. Excellent work. Going in my favorites. Kudos!

[shadadakiya]

that is so sad so many bad things happen to our little ones and nothing is done most of the time, they should be took out and shot for ever messing with a child.good write* hugs

[None]

A very deep poem, well done and extremely well written! I was hoping you were not harmed in any way. You really paint a strong visual here. Excellent poem.

[wizthom]

I LOVE THE DOUBLE MEANING HERE,U MAKE A PERSON THINK ONE THING WHILE SHOWING ANOTHER,U ARE IN CONTROL OF WHAT U WISH UR READERS TO FEEL AND SEE,A TRUE WRITER,