Her lipstick creates a halo. In the absence of a heart,
it works. My cynicism erodes as she dances barefoot
across my boundaries...
His observing gaze makes my inert form writhe in anticipation.
I am naked and guiltless. I clutch the top of his blonde head and
hold on. As joy enters me, I'm a child popping pink balloons.
Shauna
3WW
Wonderful end image..now I'm thinking..ooh, yes..that did feel nice..the satisfying pop after a moment of apprehension..Jae
ReplyDelete"I am naked and guiltless." Love that.
ReplyDeleteNice writing!
great poem
ReplyDeleteAs usual, you call to mind images that give me goosebumps. :D
ReplyDeleteAnother provocative piece. Loved it!
ReplyDelete~laurie
JaeRose, lovin' on your comment TY.
ReplyDeleteSusannah, I know, such freedom is heady. TY
ReplyDeleteTY, Shelia.
ReplyDeleteHey , Cammila, TY. Hope you get a chance to
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Dear Laurie, TY.
ReplyDeletelovely piece.
ReplyDeleteYou write fabulous stories,
Please check out short story slam week 9 today.
Hope to see you around.
Best!
xoxox
bluebell - I will pop over now -Ty.
ReplyDeletebluebell - I will pop over now -Ty.
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