"Flashpoint"
"If I could just see her again," she said
The woman said as she slowly poured herself
A glass of red wine
Uncrossing her legs
A brunette across the table
Makes eye contact
In a bright pink top
Smiling at her
The woman writes something down
And coolly hands it to the bartender
Before getting up and walking out
The bartender hands the note over
And, after reading it, she spills the red wine
"Oh the things I could do.... if we were alone."
Somewhere inside, she gets an intensely warm sensation
Her anticipation threatens to short circuit her senses
The heat of the moment quietly unraveling.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Poem: "Undertow"
"Undertow"
She stares at the phone
Lost in thought
She longs for escape
As she touches her hair softly
He is pacing, alone in his hotel room
His mind wanders to the last time
He was lying in bed
Next to her
Instead, the fire has gone out
And they are two ships hanging
Barely on a thread
Caught in the undertow
Somewhere between love and desperation.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
She stares at the phone
Lost in thought
She longs for escape
As she touches her hair softly
He is pacing, alone in his hotel room
His mind wanders to the last time
He was lying in bed
Next to her
Instead, the fire has gone out
And they are two ships hanging
Barely on a thread
Caught in the undertow
Somewhere between love and desperation.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
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