christian grey

isn't it alluring,

the cigarettes you smoke,

the slow-burning leaves

that warm your lips,

like a primitive's torch 

in the mouths of caves

all that afterglow

and your eyes, the envy

of wine-tasters and perfumeries

sparkling rose in crystal glasses

cinnamon on nude women's skins

your eyes are dangerous

what could women think?

they cannot think at all

you keep their second thoughts

in your coat-pocket,

and exchange the cigarette 

for a rose

the creases on your forehead,

lend the surroundings a mystic air,

which prime the blood of your prey

nerves electric and scorching

to where it is always evening,

and the trains will not ever stop

until towards the tunnel's end

there are no rainbows, no stars,

no paper lanterns, no fireflies,

no castles in your Never-land

but endless flights of stairs,

endless acres of mountain-land 

they cannot come back from 

Reviews

[Lyn Anderson]

I admire your descriptive skill, even if not your choice of subject.

[Emily B]

just what the doctor ordered, your words are the best prescription I could have ever found

I . need . poetry

[Simon Welsh]

I love your choice in terminology.

[Leslie Philibert]

Admire the poem. The original book is one of the worst books ever written ( I think !)

[gabrielle]

some girls, even women, are drawn to such kind of man. i had the three books. only read the first one. i find some chapters repetitive, boring..but of course , it's just me. The last stanza of your piece, however, is awesome :) :)

[highonwords]

thank you, gabrielle, for reviewing the poem, i haven't read the books yet, but I have seen the movie, although i am not sure if it is the 'explicit' version i saw

[terry smith]

Nice! so I am guessing you liked the books?!

[highonwords]

hi, terry, i cannot say if i actually like the books, since I have not read the books yet. i have seen the movie, 'though, it was okay. what about you?

[terry smith]

not seen it I heard the books are better than the movie.