Audible colours
Wisps of euphoria
Slither through the air
And welcome her stare
And she does declare
Many moments have passed
And many words have been said
Yet her moral contradictions
Still ring in her head.
She favours the act
A crucible of painkillers
And a shot of cognac
Topped with pleasure
A Smooth sultry
Carnal endeavor
Though her mind still hovers
Between maybe and never
and her breath remains
As shallow as ever
Her boycott of bliss
Cannot last forever.
But it probably can.
Great flow of words and the deeper meaning rings clear. Not sure what the last sentance implies but
a very good poem to read. Good poem.