After Hours

After Hours

A Poem by Yira Simone
"

The things that happen behind close curtains...

"

"No time like the present"

he thought

as he gazed upon

her undressed body.

 

Even in the silence

that screamed for recognition,

His heart palpitated.

A brisk thud in the hollow corners

of one soul seeking another.

 

Her lips were pursed,

a faded pomegranate red.

She uttered no words...

what was left to say?

 

Her hazel eyes were closed.

They hid behind

a dark curtain, revealing nothing

as he stood questioningly

before her nakedness.

 

Her ivory skin

paled in the city lights,

like a firefly

in New York city.

A dim form of luminescence.

 

Her perfume lingered in the room,

loosening the knots

in his clenched stomach, a mix

of butterflies and warm beer.

 

Who was this woman really?

 

"No time like the present"

he thought

as he began the process

of making her lifeless body appear

"fresh" in the wake of death.

 

 

 


© 2008 Yira Simone



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It was interesting to re-read this after the 1st time with the ending in mind...you got me too!!! ( of course he could be an undertaker preparing her body for a funeral)


Posted 9 Years Ago


ah. what a twist. You've always been quite the c**k tease. you made me think it was bout to go down and then you wanna go and ruin it by making her a dead chick. lol. shame on you...

nah but really i liked it. the whole corpse revelation really made the rest of the poem make sense, especially about his nervousness and him being unwilling to get too close

Posted 9 Years Ago


nice dark, twisted tale girl!!!! :D when is the book coming out? are ya planning to write this out as a story?

Faerie Blessings!

--faerie whisper (breaking the silence...)

Posted 9 Years Ago


Oh my God you really had me going at first, then the end was such a surprise and there is nothing I like more then a great twist... this is really awesome.

Posted 9 Years Ago


O.O...Well that was unexpected. But in a marvelous way, I love it when I get to the end of something and am completely shocked. I love of it's so mellow and relaxing, maybe even a little arousing, when in reality he's talking about a dead body and by tradition you should feel horrified or anxious... This was amazing.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Wow... lol... loved the twist ending. It makes me feel dirty for getting slightly aroused... After all, I'm not a necrophiliac as far as I know. lol... And apparently, neither is he. At least you didn't have him touch her... that would have left me feeling really dirty... getting all into it, and then BAM!!! She's not even alive... My mom told me this story about a coroner who used to come into my grandma's club every night. He would brag the bodies of the young deceased women like they were a new flame. Of one he said, "He skin was just like butter." My grandma would scrub the seat with clorox whenever he left. Hey, perhaps that door is one to explore... poetry should cover all aspects of life after all... and the inevitable contradiction of life is that it ulitmately desists in death.

Posted 9 Years Ago


eerie and seductive - not sure how managed to pull that off. This was very descriptive yet, didn't reveal too much to expose the twist at the end - could be a dynamite short story if you cared to expound.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Her ivory skin

paled in the city lights,

like a firefly

in New York city.

A dim form of luminescence.

Love this girl. It's a great descriptive piece, one that reads very well. I love your writing Kitty Cat.

Love,
Stephanie

Posted 9 Years Ago


This is a creepy poem, maybe the funeral director who takes his women clients for thieir last ride. I'm thinking sick thoughts. Nice write Catrina, different and dark, very dark.
Tony

Posted 9 Years Ago


This was written well.

"Her ivory skin

paled in the city lights,

like a firefly

in New York city.

A dim form of luminescence."


That was my favorite stanza because you painted a wonderful picture with your words.


Posted 9 Years Ago



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Hello Everyone!!! I completed my studies at UC Davis. I majored in English and Medieval Studies (Yes, I know a little Middle English). I am with the same man, and to our family we added a black cat.. more..

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