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starlite motel
after several frantic e-mails & texts from me, you agree to
meet me at the starlite motel. tawdry, but well hidden from
accusing eyes. in the room, I send a simple text: rm12 hurry
twenty minutes pass. headlights flare in the fawn-colored drapes.
my attempt to embrace you fails, as you click off the main switch,
turn on a small lamp & cover the shade with your blue scarf.
at last we hold each other. passion overtakes us, & we fumble with
our clothes like first-time teenagers, a little afraid of the rhapsody
that beckons them.
when we join together, it’s too pure for description. too beautiful
for the dirty words associated with it. too beautiful even for the
aesthetics of a poem…
“I have to go.”
you kiss me lightly & back away, but I grab you & pull you into me.
I kiss you hard, very hard. because the memory of this kiss must
sustain me through all the many nights that you will not be with me
again. a minute, two minutes, three, pass too quickly.
you gather your clothes & retreat briefly to the bath. moments later,
you rush past the bed without looking at me & exit the room.
and I feel my tears begin…
Published 20th Oct 2013
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20th Oct 2013 7:12pm
Damn. I can't remember the last time I read the 'latest poem' and didn't do a bit of sick in my mouth. This is nice. I like the fact that its broken up and there's not an ounce of attention to grammar, because quite frankly it doesn't matter here. It's a nice little glimpse and in a few words gets quite a lot. Like Carver, but shorter!
20th Oct 2013 7:43pm
Anonymous
20th Oct 2013 8:43pm
Stolen moments - to be cherished, not mourned.
21st Oct 2013 8:11pm
20th Oct 2013 9:29pm
she veiled her face from the pain on his, all that's left is the lingering scent of a shared passion.
21st Oct 2013 2:28am
21st Oct 2013 12:47pm
I really like this. you can feel the passion and longing it. As is you miss her even when she is there because you know she is leaving.
21st Oct 2013 5:54pm
Your poem is very well constructed. Your use of language to describe making love is wonderful. The only thing I can't figure out is the last line: why did you begin crying? Did she not cry, too?
marcella1
marcella1
22nd Oct 2013 1:34am
thanks. overtaken by the passion. her proud demeanor refused to let her cry in my presence...
21st Oct 2013 8:15pm
Nothing so bittersweet
than a secret love.
Your poem stroke a chord with me
since it perfectly expressed the
feelings coming along with it.
than a secret love.
Your poem stroke a chord with me
since it perfectly expressed the
feelings coming along with it.
22nd Oct 2013 00:50am
22nd Oct 2013 9:11am
25th Oct 2013 3:35am
I like this poem.. I like how you put everything well together and have it go by so fast... well done.
Anonymous
- Edited 25th Sep 2020 3:45am
10th Jun 2015 8:49am
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19th Aug 2017 9:08am
Tears are passion's promise,
sometimes we hide them
for they are too beautiful to bear...
sometimes we hide them
for they are too beautiful to bear...
