Before I Even Spoke her Name

Neon green light bubbles in my club soda.

Pagans dressed in fire colored feathers

Dance beneath the disco stars.

 

Can’t believe she wore tight-fitting sunlight

To this nightclub. She turns night to day.

 

Stoned by the thrill of a long deep stare,

I wonder how perfection tastes

And dream of wet flower-scented red curls

Tickling every inch of me.

 

The rhythm of her switch is hypnotic.

I’ve fallen into a sea of hunger.

I want to sink until I touch bottom,

Grow gills and become something new.

Reviews

[Amy Bumpas]

You weave such texture and color to your poems...makes the
reader want to be apart of your journey into words of bloom
that seem to fly, always seeing something new.

[Sunny Skye]

Great job!
Love your poems like always.

[Hollow Man]

s**t man, can i borrow your mind for the night? i mit start to feel again haha. amazing imagery bro

[Robin]

drinking absinthe again ?

[KAREN]

Wonderful job!
Great imagery!
Can't believe she wore tight-fitting sunlight
To this nightclub. She turns night to day.
Outstanding!!!!

[Jūdan FyreHeart]

Such depth of desire dripping with lust. Very sensual, great poem.

[freelancejouster]

a lust so powerful that it completely transforms you? incredible, captivating... though i prefer those who wear the night.

[Cocoacandy]

nice! see, i told you that you would be great at this type of poetry... good work, keep it up!
*cocoabean*

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

rich in sensual drops of passion~ how beautifully you dress the subject within the poem and move the narrator into her pleats~

[OT]

brilliant! back with a bang! and what a woman you describe - "tight-fitting sunlight - turns night to day"! just brilliant poetry SK! welcome back! ha