Images It has all come down to this a rogue memory pulls me thru black gauze. Erotic images you left strewn across my bed smooth skin flesh tongue shape heady sting round belly fruit I am vulnerable to your hands and mouth You turn inside me irregular tempo thrust slow steady hesitate velvet rush Dust of passion clings claims your scent being essence like a low fever I can't shake off Silk memory falls, recalls a bolt thru distance echos of this moment become specific in lust But I still remember how your hand found the hollow of my hip and rested.
Cynthia Peck's Questions:
1. After the line, across my bed, where it continues with: smooth skin, tongue shape; is it lacking in transitional effect?
2. Is the line: specific in lust too formal or stilted to agree with the tone of the rest of the poem? Also, is there enough of a transistion from specific in lust to: But I still remember?
3. I know the title is lame, please suggest another one.
I will welcome all suggestions and comments. Thank you.