new poem, new style
Retrograde Romance
She looks beautiful
In her blue jacket
Bangs framing the pretty face
Reminiscent of a movie star
Pressing close
Touching lightly
Than running finger tips
Across her legs
Leaning close
Faces brushing to talk over the band
Moment building
The catalyst
A jealous bitch
And a flower gift
The same cream complexion
As her perfect smooth skin
That leads to the first kiss
Awkward
But sweet
A walk in the rain
Arm in arm
Sharing shotguns
Locking lips to pass poisons
l’embrasser de la mort
Dancing
Glancing
Flirting with her eyes
A walk back
Her arm finds mine this time
More dancing
Falling into sound
A final walk
Fingers laced together
Pull her close by her scarf
Cold rain falls
A final kiss
The bus drives away
Lying on the bathroom floor
The next day
Everything of her night taken away
Except for a single rose in a wine glass
Retrograde romance
-Ghost Writer
