Deleted Scenes

A poem in English Sonnet form

Deleted Scenes

 

Her scent inebriates the air. My pipe

Lay gently on her lips as she begins

To mold the fire; to pull the purple

Flame - through the resin to her brain.

 

She tastes of grass and cotton. Numb my tongue

To the succulent sweet nectar seeping

Like syrup down her leg. A moan, a song -

(A montage of a day’s deleted scenes.)

 

As friends who slept as lovers, we woke.  As lovers

Who live as friends pretend nothing can come

From kissing on the lips, we kissed and miss

The moment as it wandered quickly passed us.

 

Her damp pink lips peeled like glue from mine

As the clock picked up at nine; twelve hours behind.

 

Reviews

[tuvi]

wow.... U write so well ...
writing comes from deep within a person's reflective self analysis ...and at times it just happens

U are good at it ... Whosoever is your source of inspiration is a gem :)

[Shawn Purcell]

These works have been inspired by a wide range of people but I agree. They are all gems.

[tuvi]

wow .... :)