Thus I Wrote

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What Are You Saying?

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The room had many lamps
And many more lit candles
The doors were all closed
I saw the winking handles

The chiffon drapes billowed
The were purest white I think
There was a darkness outside
You stared without a blink

Were there rose petals on the floor?
Did they perfume my naked feet?
My throat felt so dry
And my heart skipped a beat

My words fell lifeless
It was not a good start
You did not understand
My expresso heart

I smelt coffee beans roasting
And hyacinth in the air
I felt the breeze rise again
It moved a tendril of your hair

I felt heat reach out nearby
The crackle of logs on fire
You licked your lips slowly
As I felt compelled to enquire

“What are you saying
With your perfect ankle boots?
With your red lipstick
And your white linen suit?”

Written by thus.i.wrote

November 6, 2015 at 10:25 am

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