Indelible

Indelible

A Poem by Kelly Scheppers

Indelible

 

 

 

he is an incessant tune

running  a marathon pace in my mind

 

weaving an indelible impression

of jazz and culinary skills

of Marlboro Lights and Calvin Klein

 

he is a litany of paperwork

with a scent of me not easily removed

 

i am the coercive thought

piquing his photographic mind

 

weaving an indelible impression

of designer bags and Gucci heels

of Revlon lips and sun kissed skin

with auburn hair cascading down

 

running a marathon pace in his mind.

 

 

 

photography by / Stefan Beutler

 

 

 


© 2023 Kelly Scheppers


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Sounds like an attraction of opposites: A "litany of paperwork" vs. "Revlon lips and sun kissed skin." Seems like he's getting the better part of the bargain.

Posted 1 Year Ago


"he is a litany of paperwork

with a scent of me not easily removed



i am the coercive thought"

Posted 1 Year Ago


Title and poem are wonderful. Thoughts of romance, running a marathon, chasing victory lines. Wow!
An excellent thought.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Kelly Scheppers

1 Year Ago

Thank you most kindly, Sami!
Sami Khalil

1 Year Ago

You are welcome 😊.
Sounds like you two will be out of breath before too long after all of the marathon running. : )
Seriously, this was beautiful, sensual feast for the eyes and mind, a collage of what makes each person special in the mind of the other...those things that will always remind you of these moments and how much they are adored. Wonderfully written my friend.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Kelly Scheppers

1 Year Ago

I thought that was what anticipation was all about - both parties getting a little out of breath. I.. read more

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Added on March 1, 2023
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Kelly Scheppers
Kelly Scheppers

San Diego, CA



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