I dub this "The Post-Coital Cigarette"

sickwillie
sickwillie Posts: 178
edited February 2005 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
As the air fills with the scent
Of this post-coital cigarette
I sense in us a slow descent
By which I mean we didn't connect

And I'm not saying it's over just like that
All I'm asking for is another attempt

Steady, smoky breaths
Emotions are brittle
Gotta open up your heart
And feel just a little...

As the words form, the ashes bend
From the end of my cigarette
And the room fills with the scent
Of smoke, and sweat, and sex

I don't want this to be over just yet
I want to light this up again

Steady, shallow breaths
Emotions are brittle
Gotta open up my heart
And feel just a little...

And the ashtray overflows
On and on through the night we both know
We're burning ever so slow
Burning on and out of control
Because we just won't let this go

When I close my eyes
It's still you I'm thinking of
You've got to open up your heart
And feel just a little love.
"We've done really well with teenage death songs." -EV
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  • libragirl
    libragirl Posts: 4,632
    nice...............
    These cuts are leaving creases. Trace the scars to fit the pieces, to tell the story, you don't need to say a word.
  • Ms. Haiku
    Ms. Haiku Washington DC Posts: 7,389
    Most poems about sex are stupid. I call them "slippery when wet" poems. Usually, the writer isn't interested in the poet's craft, but more interested in shocking the reader with how many times he/she can write about moaning. Your poem is not stupid. I am impressed with how un-stupid it is.
    There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
    The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
  • sickwillie
    sickwillie Posts: 178
    Thanks. I'm grateful you find me un-stupid :)
    "We've done really well with teenage death songs." -EV

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