June 22, 2015

Those Returnings

The morning came with coffee
and a sack of mute replies
Voices rasped with consternation,
pity in each other's eyes

They'd make safe conversation
as shouts battered the hotel
A heroine in satin sheets
and vast chaotic shell

The night before when neon
lit the contours of her shape
And flashes flattered every inch
of common man's escape

Kisses talking loudly
on her beautiful behalf
Left the same simplistic yearning,
cigarette and autograph

                                     written for Magpie Tales


Deepa said...

The morning after a passionate night.


Kutamun said...

Eloquent depiction of the pluses and pitfalls of chanteusey life !

^.^ said...

... U r awesome ... Poet Helena ... Aaawesooome ... Love, cat.

Michael said...

it may be a common escape...and yet its earthy and permanent. Like sitting around the fire. Too hot to keep but...so nice to spend the nights with.

C.C. said...

This is beautifully written....this line in particular is so poignant....."A heroine in satin sheets
and vast chaotic shell."

Bekkie Sanchez said...

The morning after..very nice! Not many people writing this time around. You changed your website I like it.

Jyotsna Bhatia said...

Wow. Loved it. Well written :)

Tess Kincaid said...

Kisses talking loudly...indeed!