Hips swaying back and forth,
Methodically and seductively,
One foot replacing the other.
Slide and twist.
Humming soulful renditions,
Depicting a rendezvous.
No words, “Shhhh.”
No movement, a felt embrace.
This is where I meet her,
When I close my eyes.
Jonesin’ for a rendezvous.
Sharing a sunset over the beach.
A place outside of the world’s reach.
Clouds gorged on the evening horizon;
Showing fuscia-stained bellies,
Faceless, yet complete.
Touching me, way down, deep.
Like smooth is the thought;
How cool is my Comforter,
Resting my troubles on Her thighs.
This is where I meet her,
When I lay down to close my eyes.
Leaving the scent of her smile on my mind.
Holding me close whenever she leaves me behind.
Jonesin’ for a rendezvous.
by malakhai jones
Excerpt from Chapter 22: Number 53
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nice poem
Thanks Mukul!
welcome
“Leaving the scent of her smile on my mind.”… Sir, WHAAAAAAAAAAT? I read that over and over again. so I must ask, what does her smile smell like? (I’m so ready for this response)
Well, it’s more like a scent and an image are the same thing – an imprint. I simply switched the two, to engage both senses with the writing. It forces the brain to have to sort it out when reading. 🙂 And then hopefully getting some satisfaction at the mental resolution of the two.
you accomplished this…forcing my brain to sort it out. This was a sweet poem. The line I referenced is my favorite. Good one.
Thank you! 🙂