|"The Kiss" 1892, Tolouse Lautrec|
Entwined heat simmers, lingers
as early morning peeks
through plantation blinds.
Passion replays behind sated lids,
My mind savors your eyes, dark.
Chestnut locks, wayward.
Muscles, simultaneously gentle, intense.
Ecstasy retreats behind awkward smile
arms and legs unscramble,
as I realize "he" isn't "you".
by Margaret Bednar, originally written 8-25-2012
This is for the amazing dVerse Poets Pub - Meeting the Bar - Literary Allusion.
I wrote this poem originally for Imaginary Garden with Real Toad's "Fireblossom Friday" and I linked it with a video clip from "Bridge Jones 2" (warning: The original & sequel are total chick flicks :)