This one was written with the NaPoWriMo prompt in mind – where the poem should tell a story and to be written in reverse. I tried to make this one able to flip both ways: let me know which version you prefer.
Wrestling withΒ desire
She sits alone scribbling her woes to a moleskin notebook
The train rattles past trees and houses: a slow blur of green and slate
She wonders if this is all just a bad idea, doubt dragging her through existance
Registering the stark carridge as she adjusts her luggage: so full of potential and sadness
They kiss in the station, her toes straining to greet his welcoming lips.
Walking hand in hand they share a glancing smile
Within the safe confines of the hotel they thrive, sharing an equal hunger
She tears the pineapple from it’s patterned skin, he licks the sticky juice from her lips
The wrestled sheets lie revealingly against heated skin
He curls an arm around her sholder, as she nestles into his angles
She wakes in the morning eyes still half closed, a sly smirk on her lip
……………………….
She wakes in the morning eyes still half closed, a sly smirk on her lips
He curls an arm around her sholder as she nestles into his angles
The wrestled sheets lie revealingly against heated skin
She tears the pineapple from it’s patterned skin, he licks the sticky juice from her lips
Within the safe confines of the hotel they thrive, sharing an equal hunger
Walking hand in hand they share a glancing smile
They kiss in the station, her toes straining to greet his welcoming lips.
Registering the stark carridge as she adjusts her luggage: so full of potential and sadness
She wonders if this is all just a bad idea, doubt dragging her through existance
The train rattles past trees and houses: a slow blur of green and slate
She sits alone scribbling her woes to a moleskin notebook
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