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Red Flannel Symphony

 

I went to bed with lust last night.  
I've woken, to being in love  
with the contoured aura  
under silk, of her body.  
 
The curtain is parted,  
as the sun fingers through.  
No protests, from the window,  
as the light slides across the floor  
and slinks up the side of the bed.  
I watch, and smile,  
as the sunlight rubs  
where I've already been.  
 
She stirs, and if she smiles  
at the sight of me,  
I will bring her coffee.  
If she frowns, or groans,  
she can get her own.  
 
Her hand finds me first;  
Yes, this happened.  
Her eyes can wait, to adjust,  
as I contemplate  
her joy, or regret.  
 
A wry smile;  
A stretch.  
A serpent sated  
by a large meal.  
 
I get;  
She takes her coffee  
with sugar and milk.  
 
I watch the yellow bird tattoo  
softly peck at her right breast.  
I'm sure that it symbolizes something.  
But I don't know her  
well enough to ask.  
Maybe I will, in the bath.  
 
Soon enough, we're soaking;  
Her elbows on my knees,  
as we shelter in steam.  
As the water rises,  
to lap at the last places  
that we introduced to each other.  
 
I string her hair through my fingers;  
Dark, like the vines of midnight.  
She leans back against my chest  
and sips her less black coffee.  
 
She squeezes my knee, and  
relaxes even more than she did  
with the whiskey last night.  
When it had told her  
everything that she had wanted to hear,  
as it soothed its way  
down into her throat.  
 
It's an elixir, for the ailments  
that plague our kind.  
An opened bottle, helping us  
with an opening line.  
-How the ice rattled like dice.  
Where every serpent  
hopes for snake eyes  
from another,  
with similar venom.  
 
Dried off,  
she's chilly, so  
she pulls my red flannel shirt  
from all the rest.  
Those left, are hanging in rejection.  
Suspended, in dejection.  
 
We take our coffee out back, where  
the clouds have overtaken the sun.  
It's a jealous sun today.  
It can't touch like I can.  
It can't go, where I do.  
 
As I kiss the corner of her smile.  
As I absorb  
the luxury of her skin.  
 
 
~~~
Styxian
Written by Styxian
Published | Edited 9th Nov 2022
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