Wednesday, May 23, 2012

So Many Lighters - a poem by A.H. Scott

So Many Lighters

So many lighters

But, no spark

Cigarette dangles from my painted lips waiting for a flame

I saw him across the avenue, as all the others tried to light my fire

Yet, it was only he who had the spark

Using any charms that I had acquired over the years, I smiled and declined their lights

Gazing both ways, I made a dash towards him

Slight breeze blew my skirt around my thighs

The slit in the fabric on the right side, was nothing compared to another soft parting of mine

We laughed as you took me in your arms on that avenue

Our lips met and I knew my spark was reignited by you

Light my fire, baby….

- A.H. Scott


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