~ Chambermade

Upon my dressing table,

   silly, sentimental reminders of you

     musky scent of your cologne

        a love note handwritten in a crimson hue

             stained in chambord teardrops

       still a knotted tie strewn over the mirror

           dark as night locks stuck in a boar brush,

          a vintage sparkly pin, token of your affection

   I remember our reflections

           when we were two

   you held me close to your chest

        fondled my breasts in clear view

     aroused me till I couldn't breathe

         we fell to earth in passionate rhyme

     sway'd til dawn in night's sweet surrender

     all these keepsakes and visions now abandon'd

  I sigh at my reflective disconsolate despair

   ~ now a permanent accoutrement in my empty bedchamber    

Author's Note

captcha~mends oh how cruel, didn't accept, second one is hunnican

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i like this...feeling the emptiness of one who is gone...but not being able to get rid of the reminders...

and yet, this is almost like emily dickinson...who only had imaginary lovers...fantasies...

and they touched her, but only in her mind...wonder how aroused she got.

[Frieda P]

i tend to do that, hang on to silly mementoes, thanks...ha I guess we'll never know about Ms Dickinson...thanks so much jacob.

[FrancescaX]

I love this...it is so sexy and sad in its loneliness. How do you do it?

[Kristina Moulaison]

This is so great...the chambermaid concept, everything. Loved..."dark as night locks stuck in a boar brush, a vintage sparkly pin, token of your affection" and then how it ties to the last line so brilliantly, beautifully. Loved..."I remember our reflections
when we were two"...so good! And "fondled my breasts in clear view
aroused me till I couldn't breathe
we fell to earth in passionate rhyme"...hot! vivid visual, love it! Great work again!

[s y e]

Oh this is utterly romantic, sensual and just stunning. Something that alot of us will reminisce and wish would happen either again or for the first time. I loved the structure and wording. It added so much 'oomph' and was just totally brilliant.

// a love note handwritten in a crimson hue
stained in chambord teardrops
still a knotted tie strewn over the mirror
dark as night locks stuck in a boar brush, //

These lines are amazing... they can blow anyone away. A relatable write for many.

[Rogie-Dodge]

I love how the memories become more sensual and erotic, and then reality hits even harder at the end.

[Cryingkate]

You Beautiful ,Creative wrench go back to bed !
I love this song !
Thanks
and thanks for your beautiful words
Now go back to bed :-)

[Frieda P]

Ha I wish you could see my face right now. Love this song too, she's such an underappreciated artist. I wish....need to get my arse to work soon. ;-) Grazie mille crazyconnie. ;-)

[Cryingkate]

I don't think you could work any harder then you are!
Lifting the world thru the sorrows and into the light of love and joy with poems and songs is a huge job!
It requires giving every ounce of your mind,heart and soul.
No other job requires so much.
I'm going back to bed myself.
If ya see Kelsey online this morning send her a hug .
She has a big nervous day this morning. Something scary to get thru.
Send her some good vibs. Shes's under my skin Freida. She won my heart mind and soul.
Keep Writin ! Keep me strong for her :-)

[Cassie]

Sad lonely piece, Most of us can relate to this because at some point in life, we have loved and lost. I enjoyed

[Frieda P]

Thanks muchly Cassie, jazz'd you enjoyed.

[Dhaye]

A familiar feeling to everyone. We tend to reminisce things...bringing past to the present...only to make the longing stronger. Just us..as humans.

Nice craft once more, Frieda. I'm so impressed with this one....going to my library.
Kudos!

[Frieda P]

Yes we humans are silly creatures Dhaye, thanks so much for your kind words!

[Lyn Anderson]

Ahhh, so beautiful, and sad, and remembering the good when one is now alone -- well penned. I must ask tho, did you mean chambor'd not chambord?

[Frieda P]

Chambord, like the liqueur.....thanks muchly.

[Lyn Anderson]

Oh, okay, so a play on the words coincidental with the theme. Lovely.

[Frieda P]

I hate the stuff it's sappy sweet like the poetry you were reading supposedly haha

[Cryingkate]

Oh NO you didn't.............. You said that "B' word..

You do know that you will cause another Bull Stampede !
I hope you are prepared!
Have you ever ridden a Bronc ?
I hope you can at least say El Toro !

[Frieda P]

What the fook is the B word? haha....you're crazy Connie...it just been one word crazyconnie. ;-) Ridden a bronco, was he in there too? !

[Cryingkate]

Breast.... LOL

[Cryingkate]

Don't let this one go over your head or you'll miss the humor..

[Frieda P]

OHHH hahaha, is that a no no? Geez, I didn't say...forget about it. ;-P

[Frieda P]

Does bosom sound better? ;-)

[Cryingkate]

Never Change A thing.......

[Frieda P]

My mother-in-law used to say that, she'd blush at anything else...........

[Cryingkate]

Cute :-) ...My Grand Mother Lived the roaring twenties.She would do the "Shimmy" she'd shake her shoulders and make her boobies shake and say: " Can ya Shimmy? "
She also would push the can of Buglar tobacco across the table to me and say "Can You Roll"
So she taught me to shimmy and Roll.
I wrote a song about her a few years ago. I lost one of the five papers I wrote it on. I'm still looking for it.." Grandma was a Hobo "

[Frieda P]

Ha she sounds delightful....especially is she taught you how to shimmy and roll........I never knew either of my grandmothers, I missed out there with an ocean between us.

[Cryingkate]

awe sorry bout that... Grandmas are Gems
I will share mine with you.
I know they both would of loved you very much.
They were fun and full of love like you !