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Frozen Frame
The shreds of broken china
The dying bubbles of floored champagne
The half soaked mauve carpet
The half burnt scented candle
The upturned gleaming stiletto
The key chain in the Plexiglas aquarium
The troubled expression of the slow gold fish
The half open wooden cabinet
The fluttering Prussian blue curtain
The cork lying by the unused napkin
The shredded cocktail dress on the table
The stained satin sheet dragged till the chair
The airborne velvet gift wrapper
The slow moving opaque glass window
The faint whiff of French cologne
The rolling receptacle of the tumbler
The metallic ding of the stuck elevator
The still lit Cuban cigar on the bed
The squished petal of rose on the sheet
The polished shoe on the fluffy pillow
The aubergine contact lenses on the crumpled negligee
The wafting burnt smell across the hall
The slight beep of the dying phone
The heaving chest of the lover
The glistening face of the muse
The heavy musk of diurnal carnal love
The semi shut eyes of the conjoined pair
The fresh clots on the ruddy skin
The regained labour of lost love
The complete circle of need and greed
The cue for curtain call or a new act
The sloppy end or a renewed start?
The dying bubbles of floored champagne
The half soaked mauve carpet
The half burnt scented candle
The upturned gleaming stiletto
The key chain in the Plexiglas aquarium
The troubled expression of the slow gold fish
The half open wooden cabinet
The fluttering Prussian blue curtain
The cork lying by the unused napkin
The shredded cocktail dress on the table
The stained satin sheet dragged till the chair
The airborne velvet gift wrapper
The slow moving opaque glass window
The faint whiff of French cologne
The rolling receptacle of the tumbler
The metallic ding of the stuck elevator
The still lit Cuban cigar on the bed
The squished petal of rose on the sheet
The polished shoe on the fluffy pillow
The aubergine contact lenses on the crumpled negligee
The wafting burnt smell across the hall
The slight beep of the dying phone
The heaving chest of the lover
The glistening face of the muse
The heavy musk of diurnal carnal love
The semi shut eyes of the conjoined pair
The fresh clots on the ruddy skin
The regained labour of lost love
The complete circle of need and greed
The cue for curtain call or a new act
The sloppy end or a renewed start?
Published 3rd Nov 2011
| Edited 29th Dec 2011
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3rd Nov 2011 1:05pm
I am a sucker for great lines
Tis is a good Poem but this line
"The heavy musk of diurnal carnal love"
Is erotic all by itself
Loved it
This is visually intoxicating
Tis is a good Poem but this line
"The heavy musk of diurnal carnal love"
Is erotic all by itself
Loved it
This is visually intoxicating
3rd Nov 2011 3:52pm
17th Feb 2012 7:16am
Whitewand6
Its amazing as well as hypnotizing.
Its so powerful that I just entered into the play and became a active part of it.
wow..!
I love the feel.
The slow motion.
The connection between love and lust..
The end and the start.
:)
Its amazing as well as hypnotizing.
Its so powerful that I just entered into the play and became a active part of it.
wow..!
I love the feel.
The slow motion.
The connection between love and lust..
The end and the start.
:)
17th Feb 2012 10:35am
slumbeaty9
Thanks as ever.
Somehow I had waited for your
comment. This connection.:)
Found it at last.
That makes it a success.
Curtsy,
S'
Thanks as ever.
Somehow I had waited for your
comment. This connection.:)
Found it at last.
That makes it a success.
Curtsy,
S'
