But in contentment I still feel
The need of some imperishable bliss.
Wallace Stevens, “Sunday Morning”
Bedroom Eyes (Pantoum Challenge)
She feels him undressing her with his eyes
As she combs and brushes her loosened hair,
Lays down the silvered mirror and shivers,
He aroused, thinking of her desire for him.
As she combs and brushes her loosened hair
It is the other he she recalls and the passion
He aroused, thinking of her desire for him,
Need she's never known with the waiting he.
It is the other he she recalls and the passion
As she is pulled to the bed in the embrace of
Need she's never known with the waiting he,
The longing he'll never see in her bedroom eyes,
As she is pulled to the bed in the embrace of
The other in her mind who makes love and takes
The longing he'll never see in her bedroom eyes.
She thinks of him now as the one who waits.
The other in her mind who makes love and takes
Her away from all that she can barely endure,
She thinks of him now as the one who waits
For her to choose between her life and her love.
She feels him undressing her with his eyes.
Poetry by countryfog
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Written on 2012-01-27 at 02:03
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