On the edge of my waking dreams
lain as solitary skeleton under double-duvet shroud,
only my mind knows who I groped in the night
no room for ghosts or memories of teenage promises,
|f you ride the subway
m twilight to sun rise
make sure to smile at the man reading Wilde
who has graves and desire upon his face
Goodbye to Hollywood
blind to the scent of your films
rewind, pause and then play
negligee in high heels
fast forward and repeat
until the saddle you straddle
weeps cowboy love songs
Release your boots to ankles
spread your legs so wide
it will take two hundred tongues to close them,
love bites slowly up your thighs
haemorrhage each continent,
script me Bogart to Bergman
and we will never leave Europe
It’s a psychiatric case of Casablanca
and darling. I would never have boarded that flight
The ballerina who broke her legs
still dances until disco
broke spine and spleen.
dance, woman. dance
leave your DNA disco steps
upon the groin of my dance floor
The last man on the Titanic
feared drowning more than death,
his last postcards were sea flung
‘Sweetheart’ he wrote, ‘I’m coming home.’
I should and I’m sorry
I could listen to astronauts
telling me how falling asteroids
are so close to earth
and my Lord, I would……
Interesting how you go to one time period to the other.
Dear R,
Fantastic blend of dreamscape and lively activities. The flirty and suggestive atmosphere throughout is a very hot ticket. I really liked how you worked in all the references of different movies and forms of dancing. For me, I never knew there could be such a level of passion, especially in the written word. Fabulous write. H 🌷
Fia, thank you.
H. your presence here is a pleasure to the poetry world. I simply genuflect at your kind and caring soul x