She is what love is...

“The city is cold and damp, but she is the fire burning in the vest pocket of my heart” - Willweb

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The naked skyline falls into a quiet darkness,

slick sidewalks and flickering street lights bid farewell

as I enter the elevator to her loft, fifth floor

My day was long, but worth it, she makes it worth it

The hallway is silent… I knock lightly, no answer,

letting myself in, I see her through the open glass doors

 

I let her hear my footsteps…
a slow drizzle shimmers on the big city
Her perfume tempts my senses as she
peers from the balcony’s iron rail
into the vast cavern of sleeping buildings…
like a rose petal hourglass

She feels me…closer…her black dress and red heels
against the dark backdrop of
dreary skies silhouette her beauty,
she is a poem waiting to be read,
a song you can’t get out of your head
or would want to

I place my arms about her waist,
she turns, moist ruby lips infectious,
eyes hiding her story find mine,
the rain falling like diamond tear drops
decorates her cheeks as she smiles
and my heart is flooded with light

We embrace, a deep passionate kiss,
locked in haunting silence,
speaking louder than any words,
all that was cold becomes warm
as moisture seeps, dampening my skin,
and I don’t care

She is what love is…
a hot cup of coffee on a frigid winter day,
a cool breeze in the middle of August,
a beautiful delicate flower
blooming from a crack in the asphalt
on that long, endless highway of life…and she is mine

 

 

 

Author's Note

My attempt to write one in a Mickey Spillane style.

Reviews

[Frieda P]

Woo...I adore this. The essence of your poem is intoxicating Will, you really get that breezy 40's vibe, oozes sensuality and the music is perfectly suited...this cinematic scene plays out so enticingly, my favorite of yours, magnifico! You gave me the quivers...took my breath away.

'vest pocket of my heart, how clever. :)

100 diamond tear drops

[willweb]

Thanks so very much Frieda. I am thrilled you liked this one, it was very special to me.

[TL Boehm]

Miss you dear Frieda.

[Einstein Noodle]

tomorrow is Frieday ... :( do come back!

[Benita-Staebell M - Kin..]

She is what love is…
a hot cup of coffee on a frigid winter day,
a cool breeze in the middle of August,
a beautiful delicate flower
blooming from a crack in the asphalt
on that long, endless highway of life…and she is mine




Wow I love this was stunning and so romantic
made me think of dick Tracy and the 50's and 60's
how they dressed.

The music and poem went hand in hand
like 2 lovers that never want to part.



I am not a city girl but is it very beautiful at night
I just hate the loud nose that is why.


I like more of the calm peacefulness not the loud city
but we are north of Atlanta Georgia here this is north Georgia USA
where we are at but it is
much more calmer and peaceful here in Acworth Georgia .



Thank you for sharing very inspiring piece.



God bless. Benita

[willweb]

Thanks you so very much Benita for this wonderful review of my poem. I am thrilled you liked this one and thank you for saving it to your library. This was very special to me.

[Benita-Staebell M - KindredPoet]

You're welcome my friend always a pleasure to read your work. Benita

[Cool Girl]

Awe, Will, that was amazing!! I'm running out of adjectives to describe your work xD
It was beautiful, astonishing, wonderful, extroidinary, spectacular, excelent, etc. :)

[willweb]

Thank you so very much Cool Girl for that nice collection of Adjectives. :) I appreciate your kindness

[Cool Girl]

xD you're welcome!!