Forgetting Her Husband

[Cory Raymond]

Forgetting her husband,
she inhales the stranger's words
like pheromones.

A delicious tingle stirs,
erasing thought,
desire expanding
from pinpoint
to saturation
in seconds.

Her pulse and his music
come together,
like jasmine vines,
drunk on the scent
of their own blooms.

Tightly twisted
in a slow-motion dance
of mutual seduction,
they inch skyward,
rising,
rising,

until gravity
will no longer be
denied
and they tumble down
amidst the other vines

clinging to a rotting fence.

[Fire Monkey]

Very nice job with the imagery.

[saore]

very nice indeed.  I like this one and the slow read that you've managed to convey.

Sergio

[Cory Raymond]

Thanks, Sergio!

[twriter44]

Fascinating picture of adultery. very vivid and interesting - and then you end with the 'rotten fence' image. Well done

[eiken]

Hi Cory,
A lovely read and a great last line, really left me smiling. I love how you phrase your verses, really well thought out. I particularly loved...

Her pulse and his music
come together,
like jasmine vines,
drunk on the scent
of their own blooms.

I love the idea of jasmine drunk on their own scent

[hazelmsmith]

Well done, I really enjoyed this.