she shushes in the dark
shutting my mouth with a sweet cinnamon caress
Rebel Rebel
I want to whisper
but she stops me at a glance
in this sweet hot darkness
she has doctored my senses
filling them with shards of lemongrass tea
and chocolate
in this solitary obscurity I fumble with words to say
for I can’t see her face
but I feel every curve press against me
in her seductive way
much like Marilyn Monroe
my fingers fumble as much as my non-existant words
as I reach out to her in my blindness
she laughs -- a real laugh not a barbie doll giggle
and
shushes me again
I supress a smile at this
we are ensconsed in darkness
psychically blind
but inside I have never been
more aware
and yes I know I mispelled espresso in the title it's supposed to be like that
