Single Nights

a poem about being single

Last night

I kissed a guy

and tasted vodka 

with a tinge of bar smoke

mesmerized by the way his eyes spoke.

I followed his sultry voice

outside where his hands found my hips

and I licked the freedom off his lips

the freedom in knowing I can forget his name,

in knowing he will forget mine

in knowing I could get lost in a good time

But we only kissed

and when he left, I smiled.

It felt good to be wild once in awhile.

Author's Note

trying to capture an interesting night.Inspired by Emily Dickinson's Wild Nights

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

i see, feel and taste the moment ..i see the bar sign, neon in the background .. i can smell the smoke ..funny how i have such defined memories of it all ..but like your poem says .. i don't remember the face or the name ... really like this line:
"and I licked the freedom off his lips"
you have captured a moment and a wild spirit indeed ..nice job!
E.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

you really create a perfect moment here...just thinking of what could have been...that was enough...that was the 'wild" the speaker needed.

j.

[FIN]

You're crazy, Ms Lover (:

Have fun!

Much love,

LR

[Natasha Ramirez]

catching lol it makes me feel i was there kissing that stranger