the sweetness of dark

At a smoky bar

in a familiar booth

the tip of a cigarette

gleams and dims.

In eternities of minutes

Waiting has become


She floats in a  haze,

a seamless apparition,

the sweetest perfume

in her wake.

Silently beside him, a feral

creature in shadows,

she leans back and slips

off her shoe sliding her toes

up the  length of his thigh.

He gathers her

his fist caught in strands

the  need  a desperate sigh.

Frantic lips explore  a hollow,

a pulsing throb in her throat.

Behind her lids,  pupils erupt,

lighting the night

in green and gold.


photography by Heart


51 thoughts on “the sweetness of dark

  1. Tonight I was a mess. Then she came to visit. I was a child on Christmas morn, thrilled and unbridled. Her lips were soft and her hair scented with the promise of a thousand loving dreams. Again, my friend your poetry is on fire. Thank you for sharing your prose. I am grateful.

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  2. Bonjour du jour
    Quelque soit ta ville
    Je sais que tu me souris
    La distance n’existe plus
    Le temps est superflu
    Un échange avec toi , c’est un cadeau
    Et même si cela semble fou
    Je te souhaite une belle journée
    Une belle fin de semaine
    Que ta demeure soit de rires et de joie
    Remplit de lumière

    Gros bisous

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