deepundergroundpoetry.com
Ugly Christmas Sweater Party
Schnapps and snapping cedar
Crackle
Ice cubes and logs of Yule
Thick bass braces faces
Ruddy
Holly berries trace the terrace
Appeared leaves lance
The winter crisp
In a stairwell damp
Sour
Dour walls of iced slate
Witness
At this hour rarely to see the faces
Of ditching lovers
Absent to warmth
Of apartment amusements
For he could not suppress
The throb in his Levi's
Or the fever for her hips
And the line...
That halo where her jeans hit her slip
And she could feel the
Room
Air and appressed atmosphere
Heat and osmosis rushing
Flushing her cheeks
Being awfully absorbed into
Pleasantries
While spying him
Her panties seeped
And all she could sense
Was his heat
So embraced under eaves
On this Eve
Two breaths catch visibly
And they're shoving up sleeves
Ugly sweater fucking
Iced concrete nipping at knees
Like a child with her Christmas prayers
She bends to unzip her
Visions of sugarplums
Dancing across his head
His candied pear
Nutmeg beneath tongues seeps
Spicy and sweet
Like stashed stocking treats
To open and eat
While eager hands reach
Under fugly woolen prints
Deep
Crackle
Ice cubes and logs of Yule
Thick bass braces faces
Ruddy
Holly berries trace the terrace
Appeared leaves lance
The winter crisp
In a stairwell damp
Sour
Dour walls of iced slate
Witness
At this hour rarely to see the faces
Of ditching lovers
Absent to warmth
Of apartment amusements
For he could not suppress
The throb in his Levi's
Or the fever for her hips
And the line...
That halo where her jeans hit her slip
And she could feel the
Room
Air and appressed atmosphere
Heat and osmosis rushing
Flushing her cheeks
Being awfully absorbed into
Pleasantries
While spying him
Her panties seeped
And all she could sense
Was his heat
So embraced under eaves
On this Eve
Two breaths catch visibly
And they're shoving up sleeves
Ugly sweater fucking
Iced concrete nipping at knees
Like a child with her Christmas prayers
She bends to unzip her
Visions of sugarplums
Dancing across his head
His candied pear
Nutmeg beneath tongues seeps
Spicy and sweet
Like stashed stocking treats
To open and eat
While eager hands reach
Under fugly woolen prints
Deep
Published 14th Sep 2017
| Edited 16th Sep 2017
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 2
reading list entries 0
comments 2
reads 814
Commenting Preference:
The author encourages honest critique.
16th Sep 2017 5:40pm
This is an amazing write, AtoMikOne! Your command of alliteration combined with assonance and consonance makes this an absolute delight to read.
It's almost lyrical in nature to the beat of its own drum. Great subject matter too!
It's almost lyrical in nature to the beat of its own drum. Great subject matter too!
16th Sep 2017 8:22pm
Thank you so much! :) I was listening to "Sweater Weather" and my mind went on a path of it's own. Do you ever get out of bed at night to start a poem, because you think of something and don't want to lose it by morning? This was one of those instances :)
