Liquid Nights

Liquid nights where they arranged
to meet and got drunk on wine
that made her blush and him

She wanted to be seduced
He wanted to play master.

Those were the years they fell
in love, and bodies and tongues
touched, and they neglected
the garden and the blossoming

Now they sit by roses, but with
a different view. no longer under
the spell of Keats or moonlit
paths to sweet oblivion.

Now she only imagine his
burnt branding touch.
And he only remembers her
sting. the pull of disaster
desired, then spent.

-Tosha Michelle


41 thoughts on “Liquid Nights

  1. You came into my mind yesterday and then Liked one of my posts today and so I appear, like a genie to say:
    You got a couple of typos here. ๐Ÿ™‚
    line 1 – gor should be got
    line 5 – seduce should be seduced
    What else are friends for? ๐Ÿ˜€
    Apart from that – another wonderful example of your particular brand of bitter-sweet-longing – well done.
    Loves – Robert.

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      1. I’d be honoured to be your guide and helper should you need anything. I work for chocolate. ๐Ÿ™‚ Alternatively – maybe we could meet up for a drink of some persuasion – your time allowing. Oh please say yes, Tosha – it would be lovely to meet you. ๐Ÿ™‚

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