I like that. Okay everyone, "sinful desires" it is...for you to write about not to act out...but of course, that's up to you isn't it....oh never mind, let's just 'hear' what you have to say.
.............
Last edited by Adolescent09; 07-08-2007 at 10:10 PM.
My hide hides the heart inside
Sinful Desires
He stood behind the counter, flashing his tricky smile.
"What can I get for you today?"
Thirty years later, she swallowed, and answered him.
She stood there like her great aunt Maude, starched and priggish,
"Your samples, please, I would like to see your samples."
Another smile, "But, of course."
She watched, without looking, as he knelt to gather a gadget-filled box.
When he arose she was saying something about supple knees,
But it was far back, behind her breath, behind her real thoughts.
Holding her pocketbook, she leaned slightly forward, "May I see? Can you place them on the counter here for me?"
His smile was different now, not from the bother, but from the care.
He watched her face as he carefully placed each fragile sample in front of her.
No sound left her mouth.
No expression changed her face,
But he was sure he saw her eyes well-up and the breathing in her chest stop.
He continued his explanations, his expert salesmanship.
She watched as he hovered over one exquisite piece and the nuance of his fingers made her say, "That one........yes, that one. I will take that one please."
"Let me wrap it for you."
When he returned, she had all of the bills straightened, all of the coins stacked in perfect order.
As he took the final payment from her, he could not help himself.
He touched her finger so very, very slightly.
She did not withdraw it like he thought she would,
But slowly, she gathered her bundle and said thank you.
"Thank YOU," he replied.
Not wanting her to go he quickly said, "Is there anything else?"
"No, not really." And thirty years later she said,
"I must rush home now and think about this."
How STUPID I feel because I truly don't know what those samples are, and without that am I qualified to say how bloody marvellous I think this is?
But wait! Don't disclose what those samples are until a few of the other folk have had a chance to say if they care to and hen you wuill know whether you need to hint more at it or not. BUt let me mention again: this is so good!
That certain spot
to the left of your left breast...
The way you’d regress
to the manner
of a sexually precocious girl
The way you turned off the bedside lamp
the first time you undressed for me
and let me turn it on again
The time I first entered you
too soon
but no matter when
it would have been too soon
and never soon enough...
Oh you are a tease!! I won't sleep tonight trying to figure this out.
It's those samples I'm talking about. What an intriguing poem....hmmmmmm
I think it is more intriguing not knowing what the samples are. A wonderfully captivating poem. In its mystery this is like some of Wallace Stevens' poetry, where you are not sure what he is getting at, but you are hooked nonetheless.
I will have to think about this for thirty years before I dare post something in its wake.
I think I know, but please don't reveal anymore. It is so perfect as is with not only the samples, but the time distortion as well. I read it again several times this morning and I'm still not sure.
I also have to say your timing in the poem is very well done.
I find it hard to believe we are left with this exsquisite puzzle because you were called away to a meeting.