Coup d'etat

"I'm just a baby in this business of love."

It’s getting late.

Why you gotta be here at this hour?

Smiling.

Teasing.

Wilding.

Pleasing.

 

Been over it many times in my head.

How it begins.

The memories we make.

The rejections we fake.

The short breaths we take as our hearts play a deadly game of russian roulette,

Shivering bodies, quaking in the madness of the moment.

 

Why you gotta smell like this at this hour?

Like a thousand passionate kisses raining down,

Drowning us in the fervent heat of here and now,

We become our own sacred cow.

Usurpers of our own destiny…our own traitors together entwined, together strong,

We fall deep. Deeper and deeper.

Coup d’état.

 

It’s getting colder.

You’ve got me trapped in a world of dreams,

Free of reason,

Free of obligation,

Free of disappointment,

Free of accountability,

Free of burdens,

Free of me.

 

Free.

 

Why you gotta do that to me at this hour.

Temptress.

My heart aches from kneeling over the pieces of shattered dreams,

Time was once our friend; but now it just sneers at us, dancing, oscillating, hanging from the musty wallpapers,

It’s getting late.

Why you gotta be here?

I think you better leave me.

Freeze.

 

I think you better go so I can dream of the things you’re not willing to do to me. 

Author's Note

I was in the mood for l'amour. :-)

Reviews

[Adora.xo]

I liked this too! Jebus man, make a mistake! IT'S ONLY HUMAN :P I liked how each stanza began with "why you gotta..." The fact that it wasn't formal english, but more casual and slang, made it better. I loved how the speaker loves it, but it's bitter-sweet. Wonderful wonderful job!

~Adora

[Romeion Case]

Thank you Donna. you're always so very kind to me. :-) I really appreciate you taking the time out to read my work.

[Donna M. Burr]

I can't seem to ever find anything wrong with these poems! lol Which is a very good thing. I know what emotions you are emitting, I know what your poems are about, and I can get so much imagery from just the words you put down. Another wondrous applause for another perfect poem.

[Middling]

Il ya beaucoup de liberté ici.