Bongs and Brushes

Dip into her...

In the corner on a dusty couch

they are alone. People bustle past,

ping pong balls fly and bounce

in the next room, someone “bongs”

a beer and looses it, causing

a horrendous spewing spray.

They are so within each other,

I could have played the Spice Girls,

their dancing eyes wouldn’t have failed.

 

He holds her as delicately as

a painter holds his handle, dipping

into her every so often. His lips

carry the color on her cheeks, his fingers

churn her brown tendrils like brushes,

she is the canvas he has been searching for,

the perfect medium to receive his colors.

Author's Note

I tend to watch people when they don't realize I am. It's not something creepy, I just capture moments and see something vivid in them others may overlook.

Reviews

[Antonio Valentino]

What's more fun and interesting then observing how wonderfully unique we are?
Nothing I think.

Okay now I really am a fan of your writing, you have a peachy spirit, this was very pleasing, especially the second stanza.

Great work.
Antonio

[Miss Coral]

I too am an occasional people watcher. :)
I think most writers are.

Incredibly done... beautifully written imagery. Great piece.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

First in regards to your authors notes... I agree not creepy... I am big on studying people... so diverse and fascinating...
Now for the poem... what a beautiful portrait you weave with your words.