Café Rouge

Tendrils of food laced with perfume,
Windows of noise
Echoes in closed eyes.

Lemons nestled in silver-bowl,
Full-bodied decadence

Slick-sticky pleasure
Blood-violet pool in mirrored transparency

Soft tumble of memory
Senses blurred, unspoken

Candlelight falling through mind,
Tall words amid pleasing heartbeat,

Veins pulsing under thick membrane
Through cigarette smoke

© 2010. Sarah Horne. All Rights Reserved.


~ by Story on July 7, 2011.

2 Responses to “Café Rouge”

  1. The last stanza for this is perfect, great work!

  2. Thanks Geiger! 🙂

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