She is what love is...

“The city is cold and damp, but she is the fire burning in the vest pocket of my heart” - Willweb

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The naked skyline falls into a quiet darkness,

slick sidewalks and flickering street lights bid farewell

as I enter the elevator to her loft, fifth floor

My day was long, but worth it, she makes it worth it

The hallway is silent… I knock lightly, no answer,

letting myself in, I see her through the open glass doors

 

I let her hear my footsteps…
a slow drizzle shimmers on the big city
Her perfume tempts my senses as she
peers from the balcony’s iron rail
into the vast cavern of sleeping buildings…
like a rose petal hourglass

She feels me…closer…her black dress and red heels
against the dark backdrop of
dreary skies silhouette her beauty,
she is a poem waiting to be read,
a song you can’t get out of your head
or would want to

I place my arms about her waist,
she turns, moist ruby lips infectious,
eyes hiding her story find mine,
the rain falling like diamond tear drops
decorates her cheeks as she smiles
and my heart is flooded with light

We embrace, a deep passionate kiss,
locked in haunting silence,
speaking louder than any words,
all that was cold becomes warm
as moisture seeps, dampening my skin,
and I don’t care

She is what love is…
a hot cup of coffee on a frigid winter day,
a cool breeze in the middle of August,
a beautiful delicate flower
blooming from a crack in the asphalt
on that long, endless highway of life…and she is mine

 

 

 

Author's Note

My attempt to write one in a Mickey Spillane style.

Reviews

[Frieda P]

Woo...I adore this. The essence of your poem is intoxicating Will, you really get that breezy 40's vibe, oozes sensuality and the music is perfectly suited...this cinematic scene plays out so enticingly, my favorite of yours, magnifico! You gave me the quivers...took my breath away.

'vest pocket of my heart, how clever. :)

100 diamond tear drops

[willweb]

Thanks so very much Frieda. I am thrilled you liked this one, it was very special to me.

[TL Boehm]

Miss you dear Frieda.

[Einstein Noodle]

tomorrow is Frieday ... :( do come back!

[Nisreen]

Just lovely
How every word comes to life

[willweb]

Thanks Nooni, I am happy you enjoyed this.

[Kelly Scheppers]

I love this, Will. It oozes of a Hollywood Noir, the black and white classics that made the forties the vintage years we now look back on. It made lighting a cigarette an art, and with lips like Laureen Bacall's, how could Bogie resist? You really nailed the ambience, Will. I felt like a voyeur the whole time I was reading, and every line pulled me in a little more than the one before. Wow, you really slipped us a "Mickey"!

[willweb]

Yay, I am so thrilled you enjoyed this. I had a feeling you might. But, I was hoping you would say, "I liked that, I'd like more". : ) Thanks so much Kelly. I had a blast writing this one and I really am happy you could feel this one.

[Betty Hermelee]

Ah, the music is perfect for this very romantic piece; I could see them dancing in the big city in a small club in midtown... but I feel like I'm watching them on the balcony with your arms embracing her, then a passionate kiss... and whatever comes next doesn't matter because your vivid images explain everything.... this is beautiful....
Best, B

[willweb]

Thanks so much Betty. Glad you liked the poem and the music. I love the instrumental and looked for a while for it to attach to this.

[Betty Hermelee]

you're very welcome Will;
Best, B.

[Chris Shaw]

An older poem out for an airing. What a piece of treasure this is. Pleased I had the opportunity to read your stanzas will. Top notch writing. Filled with sensuality, longing and beautiful imagery. Love your summing up in the final stanza. Bravo.

Chris

[willweb]

Thank you so much Chris. I really appreciate you reading this and leaving such a nice comment. Sometimes I like to bring these out and dust them off hoping that maybe someone will read and enjoy it. I am glad you did.

[Chris Shaw]

I do it myself will. I try and bring some of the older writes out, particularly when my muse is being lazy:)

[Seriana]

Really love this and the beautiful imagery you've brought to life. At first, I felt as though I were witnessing a scene I shouldn't be. But then as I kept reading, the imagery became more vivid, I could see those red lips and feel the rain, and finally the last paragraph, those are such grand comparisons. It flows like silken bedsheets sliding off a bed. Surely a favorite.

[willweb]

Thanks so much. This is an older piece, I haven't been here in years. I am glad you stopped by to read and enjoyed it so much. I will stop by your page again very soon. Thank you again.

[Ruth]

How gorgeous! Such detail into the journey and surrender of love...beautifully worded and told, warm and tale like...loved this hon xo

[Einstein Noodle]

it was a greezy night filled with wet cigarette butts and ash trays .. i couldn't put it together enough to know what to do .. so i go now to read your poem when the music stops ;)

well done .. i am caught in the spell .. but Mickey knows it will end some day .. in a not so good night :)

nice job .. light and very entertaining and nice music choice for sure!
E.

[willweb]

Thanks so much E. I appreciate your kindness.

[TL Boehm]

I am so sorry to see that you have closed your profile. I've been here since 2007 and i only did that once. Nobody noticed. So I never did it again. I will miss you.

[willweb]

Thanks for noticing. I'm sure you were the only one who did. :) Thank you TL.

[Coyote Poetry]

Good description m friend. You create a perfect vision with the strong description.
"She is what love is…
a hot cup of coffee on a frigid winter day,
a cool breeze in the middle of August,
a beautiful delicate flower
blooming from a crack in the asphalt
on that long, endless highway of life…and she is mine"
Good music and amazing poetry. Thank you for sharing the outstanding music and words.
Coyote

[willweb]

Thank you so very much my friend. Have fun.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.

[dan]

Will, The thread of wonderful imagery running through the poem's entirety carries this along like a boat on a calmly flowing river. Mickey Spillane would have loved this write, you've done him proud. Great write, Will. take care...dan

[willweb]

Thanks so much Dan That means a lot.