Café Rouge

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

Lemons nestled in silver-bowl,
Full-bodied decadence
Embrace.

Slick-sticky pleasure
Blood-violet pool in mirrored transparency

Soft tumble of memory
Senses blurred, unspoken
Slurring.

Candlelight falling through mind,
Tall words amid pleasing heartbeat,

Veins pulsing under thick membrane
Through cigarette smoke
Stirring.

© 2010. Sarah Horne. All Rights Reserved.

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~ 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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