C. Wolff
C. Wolff
Jan 15, 2023

Dark And Stormy

Who are you?
With your scarlet lipstick,
Drinking your dark and stormy,
A secret in your smile,

My eyes refuse to meet yours,
My cheeks blushing,
I notice a small scar on your hand,
No wedding ring,
I sigh to myself,
What the heart wants,
It may never get,

Then you get up,
And slowly walk away,
As I glance at you like a wounded puppy,
My fears too real to be bold,

But then you stop,
And turn your head slightly,
Giving me a sensuous scarlet smile,

Tonight,
The heart will get what it wants.

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Not actively editing

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Geezer

the dark and stormy heart! I like the story and wish that it was a little more. The idea is great, there is just a little something missing. I'm not sure of what it is, maybe it is that there was no real interaction. Maybe you will get a clue from one of the other poets. ~ Geezer.
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Rosewood Apothecary

I’m to assume they rendezvous from the last lines but the rest is very ambiguous. Now if it is meant to be ambiguous. I don’t think there’s anything missing except a question mark at the end.

Who are you?
With your scarlet lipstick,
Drinking your dark and stormy,
A secret in your smile,

My eyes refuse to meet yours,
My cheeks blushing,
I notice a small scar on your hand,
No wedding ring,
I sigh to myself,
What the heart wants,
It may never get,

Then you get up,
And slowly walk away,
As I glance at you like a wounded puppy,
My fears too real to be bold,

But then you stop,
And turn your head slightly,
Giving me a sensuous scarlet smile,

Tonight,
The heart will get what it wants?

Or maybe

Who are you?
With your scarlet lipstick,
Drinking your dark and stormy,
A secret in your smile,

My eyes refuse to meet yours,
My cheeks blushing,
I notice a small scar on your hand,
No wedding ring,
I sigh to myself,
What the heart wants,
It may never get,

Then you get up,
And slowly walk away,
As I glance at you like a wounded puppy,
My fears too real to be bold,

But then you stop,
And turn your head slightly,
Giving me a sensuous scarlet smile.
The waitress places a cocktail napkin
Face down beside my drink deliberately
Making certain I notice
I flip it over
“Room 319”

Tonight,
The heart will get what it wants.

It was worth a shot
Tim

Candlewitch

I really like these lines:

But then you stop,
And turn your head slightly,
Giving me a sensuous scarlet smile,

Tonight,
The heart will get what it wants.

the whole poem is electrifying! enjoyed it all!

*hugs, Cat
* ever, eddy styx