After The Fire

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Erotic Free Verse. After Play Transitions To Foreplay
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Pureotica
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Flames recede
Into the fuck-drunk haze
Of afterglow

Desire’s ghost lingers
Smoke still rises, curls
From fading coals

In wispy apparitions of touch
In whispered zephyrs of breath
On smoldering skin

We flare like embers
In the Summer Wind

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PureoticaPureotica11 months agoAuthor

@butters thanks for the feedback. I think I initially had shadows, which flows better but doesn't make sense semantically. I fi continue to revise this, I'll tinker with alternatives. This is inspired by something I wrote a long time ago. An abstract poem just playing with the imagery. This version feels a lot tighter, and come together organically without a lot of revision. It's the happiest I've ever been with a poem in this few attempts. To be honest. I don't think I'll change it a lot. Maybe just tinker with the flow a little. Not a huge fan of smoldering because the three syllable word doesn't quite feel right, but it has the best imagery compared to alternatives I've experimented with.

buttersbutters11 months ago

like the contained heat in this, the curling smoke and flare of embers.

zephyrs could maybe be swapped out for something better but it's not too distracting. guilty of using it myself in the past. :)

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