Empty Chest

Your kisses are never forced
Fingers dance into my web of brown
Tangling in the messy strands of hair
The glint in your honest eyes,
Fingertips that trace the lines,
In my face like paths into forests
Shooting me glances with half-smiles
I catch glimpses of the secrets, lies
That are hidden deep inside your pores
And you always come back to bathe inside,
Back to swim into the depths of my empty chest
Where our bodies will slide across dirty motel rooms
Just so my eyes can snap open to nothing but,
The tint of orange that seeps through window cracks,
Where the only thing to cradle me is the permanent
Taste of you on my tongue and red-stained carpets
No body knows you the way I do

  • manutdwriter

    manutdwriter

    Written very well, would you mind having a look at my piece “The calling.”

  • Vivian F replied

    Thank you. :)

  • Leda D

    Leda D

    love the title and the work, fantastic

  • Vivian F replied

    Thanks so much.

  • skinnyman

    skinnyman

    love this piece Vivian. I think it explores a hiddden side of you, maybe? x

  • Vivian F replied

    Hidden side of me? Hmm, definitely could be. x

  • RebeccaWeston

    RebeccaWeston

    Excellent writing, Vivian XX
    Becca

  • Vivian F replied

    Thank you, Becca xx

  • Trijpmaker

    Trijpmaker

    Nice One
    I liked it.

  • Vivian F replied

    Thank you very much.

  • Erika .

    Erika .

    a personal piece so brilliantly written .xx

  • Vivian F replied

    Thanks Erika. Always nice to hear from you. xx

  • RosaCobos

    RosaCobos

    Bautiful bathing ….
    crawling from the womb….
    up to the chest..
    where the passion of living,
    is tensing the strings of heart beatings.
    Rosa (great… as always highly sensual and sensible.)

  • Vivian F replied

    Thank you Rosa.

  • CrystalNoellyn

    CrystalNoellyn

    You have a nice way with words, Vivian. Keep it up.

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