Just the three of us.
Frightfully aware, my bejewelled, dripping self,
Poses with tact, care and accuracy.
Swaying my legs on the counter
within the tide of your kitchen,
seductive and subdued,
damasked in moonlit icey hues
and slices of your blinds half shut.
You stand between my thighs unfazed,
palms on my skin
lacing our air with cigarette stained breath;
Breath that beats down on me with cocky laughter
and quick fire hungry kisses.
Breath that I will taste for days,
Breath that I remember.
I swing my legs between yours,
watching like a shaken lamb
as you pull apart my theories
with studied arrogance,
I have nothing charming to say!
to make you cancel the trip home and stay.
I present only my bejewelled dripping body,
That poses with tact, thought, and accuracy-
Like the folded, still letters on your shelf,
with their faces toward us.
The ones you thought my eyes had missed
from the beauty in California
The one I’m trying to be.
The one, whom marks her letters to you:
“So come home soon - and kiss me”
Preeti Sinha
Thu 18th Sep 2014 04:57
This is as gorgeous as you!
Love it.