Unarmoured

Gerry Stewart

Their conversation falls to the floor

with lead quotation marks.

On pin-point heels she cut a swath

through the smoke-filled club.

Signature lips of crushed black cherries

dip into his laugh lines.

She wears a second skin of sonnets,

long beads of exotic alphabets

trickling down her neck.

Her thighs are clover petals,

nectar waiting to be sipped.

Her hair leaves a trail of seaweed

and sand-filled shells across his bed.

She casts no reflection,

a falling wave.

All he hears is her voice.

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Gerry Stewart is a poet, creative writing tutor and editor currently living in Finland with her young family. Her collection Post-Holiday Blues  was published by Flambard Press, UK. She blogs about writing at http://thistlewren.blogspot.fi/.