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Tue 15 Nov, 2005 01:58 pm
SHE STOOD IN A SHADOWED DOORWAY
by Robert Davidson
She stood in a shadowed doorway
Awaiting the appointed time of delight
Eyes mocking love as
Lips of lust gleam in a moon-blanched night.
She stood in a shadowed doorway
When I shattered the dark with a light
Claiming a fierce kiss on
The porcelain pallor of a face so white.
She stood in a shadowed doorway
The touch of her body against mine stuns
As our sexes meet
Vaster than explosions of burst suns.
Our lone paths cross, then are blown apart forever
As I got what I wanted, and she her cash did recover.
The scowl of pleasure's lips now scorn me ever
Point down to the pit, mocking this sated lover.
She stood in a shadowed doorway
Her look of reproach unnerves, conceives
A cool challenge while
My lust blew away like dead winter leaves.
Robert, Welcome to A2K. Your originality and creativity shine through in this poem. I especially like your repetition of the first line in each stanza and then your intentional deviation from the repetition in the third.
This line evokes a wonderfully stark image:
"lips of lust gleam in a moon-blanched night."
I hope you do more poetry on our site.
This poem tells me just enough and leaves just enough to my imagination. Well written. :wink:
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