A soft spring breeze & little deaths....

A soft spring breeze & little deaths....

A Poem by terry smith

She fumbled nervously 
with the buttons 
on the crisp white shirt
to reveal a scarlet corset 
underneath
wondering to herself why 
on men's shirts 
the buttons were on 
the opposite side

she was in her head 
too much
& took a shot 
from the bottle 
on the night stand 
as if it were a part 
of the act 
offering some to him 
from her mouth 
before quickly 
pulling away

she had no way of knowing 
of course
 that at that moment 
he was thinking 
just how beautiful 
she was 
or that he 
wanted to please her 
in such a way 
that she would 
never wish 
to feel the 
breath 
of another man 
upon her 
skin

the music 
had a rhythm & power 
to free her body
 from her mind 
& let go....
by the third song 
she found it 
& let it guide her

& as she 
anticipated 
the feel of him 
upon her 
trembling lips 
she realized
 that he 
was trembling 
too

maybe their bodies
 were not worthy 
of a billboard on Broadway
or a sex scene 
captured on celluloid
but to them
in that moment
it was amazing

© 2017 terry smith


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