Here’s the first poem to my Poetry Project: The Last Kiss Stings. It is definitely a work in progress. The devil line is really bugging me, and I’m working on the two lines before the last, they don’t seem to have much of an impact.
Here’s the audio of my reading:
Here’s the poem:
The Last Kiss Stings
150 proof in one shot down the back of your throat,
the residual tingly sting atop the tongue
that drives you to suck the roof of your mouth for relief,
the inner blaze forcing your eyes wide shut, nostrils to flare,
ooooh the better to taste you with
nerve provoked by the strut of your body,
the fire in your belly
rearing your coy barefaced-devil
who needs just
while your bloodstream
soaks up the spirit
and it flows through you,
freely and finally
as it’s leaving,
as cool fluid down the side of your face.
And then gone.
Hope You Enjoyed!
Constructive Criticism always welcome!