by Quinlan L Gibson
Simply appear in the sand and i'm done for.
Just like a puddle forms on the floor.
You call, and I come; your name on the tip of my tongue.
One look and i'm walking the shoreline
balancing on the edge of a cliff
Pulled like a tide by your scent and your lips
My insides undone; have I lost or won?
It's the fire I reach out to feel.
The doorknob made of red-hot steel.
A magnet to the metal that is your hands.
Draws me into the forbidden land of your surface.
Parting me with your eyes.
Arching me with your words.
My body replies in a rhythm incurred.
Your mouth sets the tempo, my sighs induce speed
Succumbing to the surge.
As we rotate the Earth.
Author's Note: Not the dirtiest of the dirtygurl..but dirty-worthy.
Posted on 06/13/2012
Copyright © 2023 Quinlan L Gibson
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Susan Q Tomas on 07/02/12 at 03:06 PM|
I very much like the last line. Hot poem Quin!
|Posted by Traci Mabats on 07/02/12 at 06:39 PM|
I actually think it made it even more provocative with you skirting the surface of being dirty.
|Posted by Meghan Helmich on 07/03/12 at 06:04 PM|
I also really like the last line. What a thought!
|Posted by W. Mahlon Purdin on 09/22/12 at 06:40 PM|
You are really unbelievable. In the sense of how far you will go in poetic fearlessness and in testing your emotive powers. This poem is a tour de force.
A compassionate, discerning, enthralling poem. Well done.
|Posted by Veronica Phoenics on 12/27/13 at 07:35 PM|
wow, i find this really superb, the emotion and passion just leaps out of the page straight at you!