Winter as an Aphrodisiac by Megan GuimbellotThe drive home is icy//leather seats and lack of heat but the blood in my veins feels alive and I like it//it feels like making love and it seems tonight's the night. So I let the starlight lead and wash over me
Trailing
Traipsing
Over my skin, shoulders, arms, wrists, fingers, tips...
The breeze is nothing more than cold hands raising goosebumps and sending chills down my spine/hands to hold on hips, moving down/I am naught but senses now/I can taste the anticipation as this night brings me closer, closer, building up something, this thing inside warm like summer rain and morning coffee//tantalizing/my breath rises in smoke signals to tell everything. Shaking tense, waitingwaitingwaiting
Go.
12/07/2008 Author's Note: A rough draft.
Posted on 12/07/2008 Copyright © 2024 Megan Guimbellot
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 12/07/08 at 08:51 PM It definitely looks interesting in terms of the language and visuals alone. I would definitely keep that last sentence in as well. |
Posted by Nanette Bellman on 12/08/08 at 02:23 AM I love that no matter how cold it is outside, our blood always stays warm, and in some cases, mine's boiling. Very great. |
Posted by Steven Kenworthy on 12/08/08 at 05:44 AM oh i miss good poetry sometimes...don't go far, say you won't go far. ;)
all of this, is so good. |
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 12/08/08 at 03:41 PM Very stimulating. Thank you. |
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