chartreuse and cigarettes

By verablue

Its 3am and your lips taste like chartreuse
And cigarettes

You wind me down
Through your plastic gears
Slip my fingers through yours
And we crash into the mechanical arcs of your room

Its 3am and you’re taking me through rivers
And highways of industrial landscapes

Through decades of intricate music

Your sandpaper fingers through blue strands of memory
Detailing out my inner workings

Its 3am and your skin tastes of saltwater taffy
And lust

You crumble over me
Onto sidewalks and street lamps
Into phone booths and the dark iron sky line

We laugh
And drink each other in as the lights go out

Its 3am and your skin around me feels like...

Love

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Published on Wednesday, November 15, 2006. Filed under: "Poetry"

Comments on "chartreuse and cigarettes"

On Sunday, February 16, 2020, carlosjackal (3016) wrote:

Superb word etching. But then I wouldn't expect anything less from your pen. I hope you're still writing given all your many amazing adventures you've been on since you wrote this piece.
A former member wrote: its the culmination of emotives and images that make you just so sound and yet irrational; i lvoe the contrast, the odd tilts and sways....the ending of this felt like a beginning...and a final realisation....happy new year.
On Thursday, April 26, 2007, Bella Butchery (724) wrote:

deadly poetry...
A former member wrote: its 4:44 and this is killer... the sandpaper, saltiness, crumbling, all tend to carry along a subtle yet potentially vexing dry theme... something of an underground river perhaps running along but in a different direction than a surface tide... The combin
A former member wrote: combination of lust flowing to love all in a moment all before the break of dawn is very momentous, and I like the novelty of your metaphors... esp. the blue *strands*? of memory? As if it were streamers blowing off a child's bicycle or something... yet t
A former member wrote: the suggestion is more along fingers through hair... the two tropes combined produce some kind of unique effect... excellent!!
A former member wrote: i knew i was going to love this just by the title alone..and this is so beautiful, with images i could taste and feel. sparkling, lovely write. i love how unique this was, not a typical love poem at all.
On Friday, November 17, 2006, flying_fox (573) wrote:

Ahhhhhhhhhh I love your words, and the ending was surprisingly soft and gentle. The imagery is fresh and interesting... great stuff.
A former member wrote: very nice:)
On Wednesday, November 15, 2006, mozarts cat (184) wrote:

'Through decades of intricate music' .. intimate and beautiful ..
A former member wrote: I almost want my lips to taste like chartreuse and cigarettes
On Wednesday, November 15, 2006, TropicalSnowstorm (1703) wrote:

Great piece! I especially love the line "Your sandpaper fingers through blue stands of memory", great imagery. Ciao, T/S
On Wednesday, November 15, 2006, blue (1454) wrote:

She just keeps rockin!! Love the title too. ~b