a cinquain for a lover
by Devon E Mattys
Darling, take this as my billet-doux,
A brief missive for your eyes alone:
Letters make words then letters to you...
But can my love for you be known,
If only written, never shown?
So now my fingers trace your lips
Where before they held my pen.
And now I kiss your fingertips—
Once, twice, and once again—
Then press my mouth to where your collar dips,
Savoring your skin.
These are not the contents of a lover’s note,
But the actions of a lover’s deed—
Satisfaction of a lover’s need.
So let’s pretend I never wrote,
Let’s just see where this will lead.
Posted on 02/17/2010
Copyright © 2021 Devon E Mattys
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by A. Paige White on 02/17/10 at 06:34 PM|
WOW! How could anyone want to pretend not getting a note like this?!? Not fair to ask someone to pretend such! This gets my vote for POTD and the highest score available. Awesome! Encore!
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 09/23/10 at 04:05 PM|
Congrats on POTD!
|Posted by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh on 09/23/10 at 08:50 PM|
I loved the flow of the poem between the verses. A deserved featured poem!
|Posted by Megan Guimbellot on 02/23/13 at 03:58 AM|
This absolutely beautiful! Captivating, especially the second stanza. I'll have to check out more of your work.