Phil Capitano Poet Free verse

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.

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Elaine Perrin October 10, 2019 at 8:37 AM I particularly Enjoyed the last few lines, well done on your fab poem :-) x

Freddie Robinson Jr. December 22, 2016 at 8:40 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.

Paloma P December 11, 2016 at 8:53 AM Very cool Phil, the imagery is haphazard, which adds to the ambiance, last two lines are money!

DM Babbit October 15, 2016 at 12:15 PM Wow - really liked this. Phil Capitano October 15, 2016 at 2:58 PM Thank you; this was written in 1977, I was 24 and it seems like a lifetime ago.