Interlude, Delilah

Her name is like her lips.

The first kiss
I ever felt
came from Dee

 

She floated like rainbows and tasted

Like coffee on a Monday morning

Dee talked big words
sang along to the radio
danced whenever she could dance

                Dee wasn’t even her name. That’s just
what everybody called her.

The first time I kissed her was like hearing my favorite song
                at a party and she moved against me
like winds move waves;

                her skin, terracotta. Her eyes, coffee brown.
                Hair short and ragged. (That’s the way I liked it.)

She was a rainstorm with lightning on the side
thunderclouds looming

and Dee’s lips -
full and shining

                were vibrant against my alabaster skin.

And these days I can’t drink coffee
without thinking of her smile. 

Reviews

[Celeste21]

That kiss shared between you two sounds amazing.. "like winds move waves" What exactly was her name? Her tasting like coffee on a monday morning stood out to me. There is a difference between a vanilla latte and just plain black coffee. lol Which one was she?

[Kyle]

Very nice! I love your style. Its keeping my attention and THAT is hard to do.

[A.D. Wilson]

Very creative writing style. Quite poetic and beautiful. I like the comparisons between the MC and Dee: terra cotta and alabaster.

[*[_Natasha_]*]

love your descriptions and word choice!

[Duane Klinger]

She was a rainstorm with lightning on the side
thunderclouds looming
Definitely my favorite part! That's totally me ;) I liked this a lot! You just keep them coming and I'll keep on liking them. I'm not a poet myself, but I enjoy reading it and I love a good one that clicks with me. This one most definitely did. WELL DONE!
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