Shot glass, shot love

Shot glass, shot love

 

 

a belt of whiskey

and the jeans fall

into a heap

at the end of the bed

that has hot skin,

but icy breath

as they embrace 

the loveless passion

then get off the elevator

on the floor

with the jeans

and mini-skirt

laundered lascivious moves

 

midnight marauders

make skin scurry off together

sightless to the feelings that died

so many years back

 

but the belt 

holds them up just long enough

for a last tango in the sheets

and then a kiss on the cheek

 

before that abbreviated door closes

for good.

 

 

erin-cilberto

5/19/24

Reviews

[Miss Sharon]

(but the belt holds them up just long enough for a last tango in the sheets and then a kiss on the cheek
before that abbreviated door closes for good) Been there done that my friend. Great write as per your forte. ~Sharon

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your kind review, Sharon.
j.

[andrew mitchell]

Passion in search of a spark to reignite the love lost comes to mind. Nice write as always and good luck with your surgery I hear Jacob. Hope you recover well as you did last time.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for those wishes, andrew,
j.

[John the Baptist]

Well, nothing lasts forever, and this coupling does appear to be the last tango. Sounds as though it was living on borrowed time anyway. There's always tomorrow.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Yes, always tomorrow.
thanks, John,
j.

[Sami Khalil]

Belts do hold things in place, do whip the poet with past lashes. The encounter is referenced in success and falter. At least breakfast was in the dinning room but no mention of in bed.
Wow!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, Sami,
j.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome sir Jacob

[Soren]

They say that poetry is about displaying and conveying and emotion. To do this a scene must be set. Here you do it with such vivid imagery that it is difficult not to enter in as a fly on the wall. A piece of life cut out of the fabric of humanity.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Soren,
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

You and I. Almost same age. Jacob.
"midnight marauders
make skin scurry off together
sightless to the feelings that died
so many years back"
The above lines. Sometimes is all we have left. Thank you my friend for sharing the amazing poetry. I did like.
Coyote

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your kind review, Coyote,
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Jacob.

[Poetic Beauty]

Once last encounter, one last twist of the sheets before the whole book comes to a close. At least it ended in passion and not a screaming match

Love the wording with the clothes and the belt. Well throughout!!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you P.B....
j.

[Poetic Beauty]

You are welcome. I love poetry that is honest and well sometimes it happens. One last time to go out with a bang

[emmajoygreen]

Guess it's how some men see their past, passion dashed in the light of day. As always your words are brief but their meaning visually clear.

'midnight marauders
make skin scurry off together'
sightless to the feelings that died'
so many years back'

Sad times, inevitably waiting to be called on by a poet who knows?

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Inevitably, my friend, inevitably...thank you.
j.

[iTryToWriteAllTheTime]

Such a lonely speaker. Moves through time quite slapdashedly which really works here with the disorientation. I'll come back to this poem a bit later and try to see if I can see more. Thanks J.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for giving this such consideration, itry,
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Jacob... we ate at Cracker Barrel today... there was a Spoof on the Song--
"Every Breath You Take-- Every Move You Make... I'll be watching You".
The Spoof is "Everything You Bake.. Everything You Eat... I'll be watching You".
Desire is always at Play when Cookies are being stirred. Playfully, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I like the spoof and I love their chicken and dumplings...mmmm
j.