The mirror reflects
The denouement
Of a rushed
Stolen moment
A sudden caprice
Reckless abandon
Reminiscent of a courtesan
Jaded face
Crumpled dress
Hair in disarray
The smell of sex
Hangs in the air
Filling the room
Like a bouquet
Of tuberose flowers
Which exhales
As it fades
Poisoning the night
As it slowly dies

39 thoughts on “Denouement

      1. ~ qui comprend sans effort le langage des fleurs et des choses muettes. Take care of yourself and if you can’t no more then let someone take you and have. Such is a poetry of life. ~ Have a nice night there where you are.

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  1. Fulfilling a wanton moment can be particularly exhilarating! The aftermath, a sweet trophy, sits on you like a healthy dew!
    The band is playing tonight. Last week they invited me down to partake, as they had a special guest singer. It was fan-effin-tastic!
    Too, bad I fell asleep before “a moment” happened. I swear, to musicians, playing is their wantoningness, and they can perform until…. well… until I fall asleep!
    Love your work!

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    1. Don’t you think it’s an empath thing, Matt? I feel we should write together again, do text me if you’re in any way feeling it too. And not too busy and stuff.


  2. Now I am not going to say anything to the fact that you will write with others and not me ! (cheap guilt trip grumble!) because right now I am too much entranced by the beauty of this piece. My first thought was; Would it be as lovely without that photo? Truth is. Yes. Because it’s captured the very soul of intimate moments and the beauty of a woman without need for a visual capture. Now equally, with that photo it only intensifies the effect which is one of appreciation for the beauty of moments and intimacy. You have really written a gorgeous piece of work here one of your very best in my humble opinion and I am so glad to see you writing again because you are very much missed here when you are gone. What a very lovely poem this is. And yes, you are Manon. Always.


  3. Ah! The heat of passion and its aftermath, wonderful writing (which goes without saying but I always feel I should) which always takes me to places and thoughts that make my day better. It is always a pleasure to read your thoughts.

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  4. both melancholic and nice…
    * * *
    @”Like a bouquet Of tuberose flowers…” – my late mama’s favourite flowers, she used to say they’re as noble as any orchids… I ❀ them, too! πŸ™‚


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