That day!
having felt the fresh taste of her
skin deep glowing sobriety.
Her thunder
was felt all over my body
under the blanket
of her deadly vibrant kisses.
She gave a fiery love
to a man's hidden nerves
to finish off her last
surreptitious desire
of her not so lasting human life.
Ever seen her?
with no makeup on?
Enough rejuvenated for years, I was.
Her naked shoulders
her wispy thin hair,
her muttering of my name
still echoes my ears and eyes!
Years later I'm unblinking
those days of my dead past.
Her eyes were like a flower
of some magnetic aura!
So many miracles, that day!
Maybe I could never write in words.
Those nights were so frozen
and her desires were too chilled
More bottles of whisky, we tasted!
My naked dominance met her
untouched naked curves.
Thirsty days were lost, after that!
It's this new enigmatic perfume,
and her butterfly-like unbuttoned shirt, that vowed me to write!
A poet with her stolen butterfly wings.
But the inebriation of that baptism
under those fiery waves of her pure soul which left after an incomplete life keeps haunting me somewhere......