Catch Your Death

Physical Attraction.

Used to find him attractive
Dream of my seduction,
Don't think he notices me, apprehensive,
Dances like a pro,

He's got a groove on,
Second to none, turns me on.

 

His hair feels so good,
Razored close,
Spiky, prickly.
I know this means more than it should,
Can we be friends? Not my intention,
Divine intervention,
So hot, too camp, too queer
Though I want his rear.

 

Night proceeds, hair recedes,
Much lust, although no trust,
He acts serene, kissing is a must.

 

We leave, exchange numbers,
You don't know what you're saying,
Only playing,
Awake me from my celibate slumber,
It doesn't go anywhere, unfair,
Bump into you soon,
The mirrors swoon,
I'll catch my breath,
You your death.

Reviews

[R J Askew]

Was drawn to this cos 'Catch Your Death' is such an English idiom. Poem captures the hunt, the hopes, the thrill of it all...starts with a dance. Poem then focuses on the spikey hair and the rear. 'Razored close' is razored phrasing. Dancing, kissing numbers, deflation...only playing, nothing happens. Ach, the deflation! And then the wistful reflection. And the best line of all 'The mirrors swoon' which i like very much. I just like the word swoon, for some reason. Excuse me.... swoooooooooonnnnn. Sorry, I feel better now. The last line could of course be very sinister...or as innocent as innocent. I think the latter. I note that the ending of Please... was also very strong. I like strong endings.