I've no idea where this came from and where it goes...


She walked in, plain white shirt clinging
to her molded chest, every male wrapped
around her little finger, woodsy flower
benedictions floating around her.

Her honey-flecked eyes met his teal-tan pupils
half-way across the dance floor and naked skin.

He wanted the pleasure of her silken lips, she
wanted the ride of a lifetime. On top. His beige
blazer blending into the carved wood bar he leaned
against, a bottle sealed twenty years ago
when she was born emptying itself into his gut.

Innocence committed suicide at his touch,
starting in the deep recesses of the back pockets of
her jeans. The grey in his hair played games with the
moonshine just as her breasts did after he ripped
off their cotton sheath.

Suspended in the timelessness of space, ragged breaths
in time with ecstatic waves
crashing and rising again, intertwined
in a time-stopping dance to a beat coded in kisses.
Dusky incense masked the smell of pot,
the melancholy sea in time with sand-encrusted

No conversation, no goodbyes and no thank you.
Just a parting regretted later by twitching flesh,
unconscious smiles, and shared laughter remembered
for long after. Each one looking for the other,
celibate for the first time in their lives, beach party
fixtures for the sober.

Poetry by Arti
Read 1094 times
Written on 2007-09-07 at 05:41

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F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
oh my - wow, really lol :) this is excellent... read and envisioned as easily as a movie clip... can i say really really really good? lol :) *hugs* xx

Kathy Lockhart
You are the Imagery Magician spreading your magic wand and sending visions as dazzling as a storm of stars. Wow! applauds.
standing ovation!

Zachary P. B.
that was amazing. i liked the line "innocence committed suicide at his touch" it struck me especially. this is really good, arti. i feel connected to it.