Preoccupied Thoughts in a Dark Bar

Updated on October 3, 2017

Look into her eyes;

Look as they run deep and cool,

Swirling endlessly with mixed and uncertain emotion.

Too much, she says without words, too much.

But you see the weakness

you've already snatched up her out

with you grimy,

Hot and unforgiving hands

Leave her be.

Feel her skin;

feel her as she rises and reacts to your touch

Setting fires in her heart,

in her mind,

her senses.

Feel her as she feels you.

Leave her be.

Smell her perfume;

Sense her as she passes you


agile as the snake that tempts you

Heading to powder her nose in the ladies room

Sending subtle glances your way.

Leave her be.

Hear her speak;

Her feather light siren song

As she's orders a drink from across the bar

Hear her speak but do not listen.

Leave her be.

Taste her;

Taste the sweet innocence, gritty on your teeth

The faint taste of Marlborros

like the smokey look she threw

from across the bar

Glass of brandy pressed gingerly against her lips.

Taste her eagerness;

to be touched

to be seen

to be heard

to be consumed whole...

For God's sake; leave her be.


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      Louise Powles 5 months ago from Norfolk, England

      That's a very well written poem. I enjoyed reading it. Thankyou.