Instructions for After.

Pull down my hood to let my hair out,
allow him to see it, feel envious,
he wants stroke the soft black strands.

Wear tight jeans, make a point
to stand in front of him
so he can watch my a*s while I walk away.

Apply red lipstick in front of him,
let him miss the mouth he kissed
newly varnished in unwelcoming war paint.

Boot clad feet, heels clicking,
the very same that he warmed at night
when we lay satisfied in his bed.

Don't look, don't touch, don't speak,
orbit.
Let him feel my gravity and my pull
but do not let him land.

Reviews

[Antonio Valentino]

Very nice Molly. The poem like the woman in it, leaves us wanting for more. What a sexy exit, what man wouldn't be dreaming of her nonstop until their next liason.

Really enjoyed this, thanks for sharing this.
Antonio

[Iota]

Ok, this one is wickedly good. I true punishment for him before you ever walk out, I bet he would be choking, coughing and practically falling down on the ground from just watching you exit his life. Excellent write, loved it.

[PianoandPage]

this has such a great tone, the teasing timbre, the self confident powerful woman.

i love the way you sum it all up... and "orbit" was the perfect word.

there was a place where i felt it go a little awkward

"Boot clad feet, heels clicking,
my same feet that he warmed at night
when we lay satisfied in his bed." - i like what you are saying but "my same feet" seemed unnatural and too tongue twisty. hmmm. maybe rethink the phrasing on that.

i LOVED the "unwelcoming war paint". nice.

all in all another great man poem from molly!

[Cam]

Great tease, I'm sure that they'll regret it so.
Good Job!

[Raja]

I am nonplussed and Speechless with your suave power to knot every word with another to form the whole poem!

Awesome!

Thank you.

Raja.

[Silvario]

ooooh... Very nice! Great piece and so well written. Loved the teasing feel it had to it. The sensation of making someone regret comes thru in spades. Well done :)

[hiralarious]

That was totally awesome(:
Loved the structure.. :]

[Pax Analog]

Corrections: "Instructions" for title. In next to last stanza, "lay" for "lied."

Otherwise a delightful picture of sexy female warrior wiles, with all the sound instincts of a planetary body, one with both gravity and antigravity. ;-)

This poem reads like a slice o' goddess memoir, candy and flower turned to Teflon. (This fine flame is what you used to have, pal, but now you'll only painfully ache for what you can't have.)

Impressively delineated un-mating ritual.

[An owl on the moon]

Bitterly beautiful... A fierce approach to life, living fully and moving on while still in full control. Powerful work!

[Kelley]

That was cool! I like what you did with that Molly!
Great write!! Thanks for sharing.

Kelley