Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Osculating Fire

The tattered t-shirt a dying
ember within his tentative


was stamped forever
in a heart long frozen, how

she wore it like a yule log 
glowing merriment and joy;

a breach of judgement
ignited concupiscence,

he touched her crimson lips
with his, probed further

until she pulled back,
slapped him like a grease
fire on the stove.

@laurie kolp

   {osculating~ kissing; concupiscence~ strong sexual desire, lust}

Prompt inspiration: 3WW (breach, ember, tentative)


anthonynorth said...

Powerful. Excellently written.

Nanka said...

Very well written and you know exactly where to draw the line!! The stinging end is brilliant!!

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Wow, great poem with closing lines that smart. Well done.

Jae Rose said...

What a clever use of words..I feel full of new words..and smiling at that ending..Jae :)

Sheilagh Lee said...

very cleverly done.

kaykuala said...

A turn of play for one who stole a kiss can never get away. Great array of word play!


Thomma Lyn said...

Oooh! Awesome imagery, and I love the end. Ha!

Andy Sewina said...

So well done! Love the last verse!!!

Berowne said...

Been there, done that. (Well written.) :-)

Old Egg said...

Men do tend to misread the signals and get burnt by the reaction to their advances. We are such fools!

Anonymous said...

osculating fire. love the title and the rest of the entry :)

Unknown said...

Your wordplay and imagery is terrific here, Laurie. Love that grease fire reference. Vivid!

Maxwell Mead Williams Robinson Barry said...

magical word painting.