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Bedroom Eyes

BEDROOM EYES

In the bedroom behind your eyes
  Clothes are strewn about,
    Open drawers display unwashed articles and misplaced matches,
      Crumpled photos of discarded men
        Lay scattered like fallen soldiers on love’s battlefield.
          Is this my destiny?
            The graveyard of forgotten lovers.
              The room is dark and sultry,
                I stumble around the mess to find you sitting,
                  On the unmade bed, in centerfold poses,
                    Inviting, seducing siren.
                      My mind gyro-spins, images of past suitors
                        Flash before me like neon exit signs
                          And I am left with tombstone reflections.
                            I turn to leave, afraid of the reasons
                              Unaware of the rhyme, still the door eludes me
                                And I hit the wall in the room behind your eyes.

Copyright © Phil Capitano | Year Posted 2016

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Elaine Perrin Date: 10/10/2019 8:37:00 AM I particularly Enjoyed the last few lines, well done on your fab poem :-) x Login to Reply

Freddie Robinson Jr. Date: 12/22/2016 8:40:00 AM I second Paloma's comment. The last three lines are money! Great inspired-by-reality poem, Phil. Very edgy, very honest. Beautiful art showing the ugly squalor of fake imitation of love. Touche. Love and peace to you, bro. Login to Reply

Paloma P Date: 12/11/2016 8:53:00 AM Very cool Phil, the imagery is haphazard, which adds to the ambiance, last two lines are money! Login to Reply

DM Babbit Date: 10/15/2016 12:15:00 PM Wow - really liked this. Login to Reply Phil Capitano Date: 10/15/2016 2:58:00 PM Thank you; this was written in 1977, I was 24 and it seems like a lifetime ago.