Day 24 - Creative Tuesday

[alexcat]

The only poem I can remember writing. Though I love it more than any other type of writing, i do not write it. This is from 1999. Of course, the tyger bit is from my favorite poem, "The Tyger" by Blake.

STAGE DOOR JOHNNY

rehearsal
friend of a friend of a friend of SOMEONE
meeting
shaking hands..hellos..hi’s
there he is
the way he moves-his legs, his hips
[tyger, tyger burning bright..]
shake hands - fire licks up my arm
crooked smile, arched eyebrow
“after this?”
I whisper “yes” breathless

hotel room
champagne
kiss-sweet..hungry..demanding
t-shirt in heap on floor
his skin still burns
buttons, zippers, hooks melt away
mouth to mouth
skin to skin
two pounding hearts
one perfect juncture
flames lick, blaze ,consume
[tyger, tyger burning bright..]