~ 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.

[redflutterby]

All that remains are the keepsakes and memories of a passion faded all too fast. Sigh...I think many women have sat at that dressing table staring into that mirror. Its a sad moment filled with regret. Knowing that we were disposed of so easily. Sigh...

[Frieda P]

'Tis truth Red, I still have that vintage pin on my dresser, fool that I am..........

[redflutterby]

We have our moments dont we?? Ha...

[Jack...]

Well obviously there is another fool in the world...to leave an empty bed chamber with such beauty waiting, lingering, longing ...indeed, there is another fool in this world. Very sensual Frieda...dreamlike as a matter of fact ... though a sad ending finds this...I am still hovering a little higher up in the poem and I'll probably be there for a while.

Loved this one.

[Frieda P]

Oh you guys, you make us nutters Jack....I'm not sure who's more foolish. There's a glare in that part of the poem, not sure you want to hang out there either, thanks so much....

[Jack...]

I've got sunglasses ... just saying.

[Frieda P]

Ha smart man.... ;-)