cruising the streets
she hides her eyes behind
Jacki O. sunshades
her destination is waiting
with the flick of a match
and a lazy smile
sunspots on the glass flicker
her eyes now blurred but still
searching for
the whisp of grey smoke
that is the signal
of a fire that’s smoldering,
she steps from the car
(she is the spark)
and into his arms,
(he is the flame)
and they are
spontaneous combustion
in a searing white ball of fire
and they say it is illegal
to burn in the city
heh
Today’s poem inspired by 3 Word Wednesday. The words are Blurred, Illegal, Match.
pia said,
May 29, 2008 at 4:41 am
spontaneous combustion sounds great to me in this case–good story
mariacristina said,
May 29, 2008 at 8:04 am
Very clever poem! I like how they ignite each other. Hot!
paisley said,
May 29, 2008 at 9:32 pm
bravo that was tremendous.. i love it!!!
TC said,
May 30, 2008 at 9:06 pm
I’ll totally take that kind of spontaneous combustion!
OneMoreBeliever said,
May 31, 2008 at 1:13 am
hmm, dont we all desire that kinda illegal love… great writing zz…
nathan1313 said,
June 4, 2008 at 12:04 am
Your use of images of light and heat is amazing. This is a great blog.
zouxzoux said,
June 5, 2008 at 5:39 am
thank you all
Sara said,
July 10, 2008 at 3:31 am
She is the spark…he is the flame
Those lines make this poem for me. It takes it to the next level, making it more than just sensual but also enhancing the imagery.
This poem will be included in the July Poetry collection at PWB, on July 13th. Thank you for being a member of PWB.
zouxzoux said,
July 10, 2008 at 7:37 am
Thanks, Sara! I’m happy you enjoyed it and I look forward to seeing it on PWB.
J said,
July 14, 2008 at 2:34 pm
Great ending in particular.
zouxzoux said,
July 19, 2008 at 7:02 am
Thanks, sweetie.