Front Row Poem by Joyelle Osburn

Front Row

Rating: 2.5


During the silent film,
we wrap into each other like
twisted licorice.
I can feel your breath-
inhaling
exhaling.

I spin around and ask 'is forever enough'
while your jet black eyelashes
strum the greatest love song
against my cheek.

I share the taste of pink lemonade-
your mouth on mine
playing tag with lips-
my taste buds
e x p l o d e
in orgasm
as you feel me up
in gum dropp dreams.

I tuck your clouds of falling hair
behind your ear and
swear to eternal sleep
in those arms that
protect me from the rain.

To the dark you sing
a song and I am
memorizing the notes
that drift lower and lower-
resting in the unknown
that you call your favorite.

I want to press every bit
of my skin into you-
telling how you make me dizzy
when you put those
sugar coated lips to mine.

You're beautiful.
You chase me with air kisses
and I take flight-
catching each in my heart
and releasing them back to you.

Can I tell you how
much I miss you
every time I blink?

If I could, I would never
close these eyes-
for that is one more
second that I can't see
the way you love me.

Before the previews are over,
I'll strip myself
and skinny-dip in all
those words you'll
never have to say.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Raynette Eitel 13 July 2005

I second everything Max has written. The two lines he mentioned were also my favorites. I think you would do well to 'boil this down to a fine crystal.' That's an image I go with for poetry, meaning that everything extraneous needs to be dropped and at last what you have left is pure poetry. You have a great start...for love poems on this site are dime a dozen and yours has much that is unique. Good work. Raynette

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