She winked from
across the ocean-
a room full of trends
and witicisms-
I'm poison to her prey.

Cram my frame
into a false thought,
lock my pheromones away.
These things only hurt
in the end.

Progressive enchantment;
the perfume swirls,
flirting with my senses.
That tiny dress
is my personal prison.
I've lost it again,
I've lost my mind.


  • Lorna

    She's gotcha! Good one..........

    • rrivera138

      As simple as that. 😊 Thank you.

    • Tony36

      Great write

      • rrivera138

        Thanks a lot. Appreciated.

        • Tony36


        • TrystanBehm

          I don't pretend to know the specific pretext of the emotion behind this great write - but it conjured up some very specific emotions in me. The way you play with and blend the blatant and allegorical is awesome - thank you very much for sharing. Really like this one!

          • rrivera138

            Thank you. As a "poet" my current challenge is adding more context to my writing while preserving the vague familiarity that ambiguous language produces. I appreciate that you appreciate this though.

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