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Moonlight Serenade

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Blindfolded, he takes me from the car through the humid air of August. He holds my hand, and then surrounds me with his arms, when small obstacles appear. He brushes the hair from my forehead, gentling me like a shy colt. The silk rectangular scarf, I had folded and tied about my breasts clings to me. My cutoffs ride up further exciting me, as he lifts me onto a wall. Shushing me, he says. “Sit still, honey.” I have no idea where we are but, his voice and footsteps have a slight echo.

the wail 
of a harmonica:
moonlight serenade

Vibrations tingle across my skin, raising the down on my arms. A bead of sweat mixes with baby lotion and follows a shiver down, from cleavage to navel. Seconds become minutes, as the song caresses me. Oh, how I love him, this long tall drink of water with his huge hands and slow drawl. As the last note hangs in echo, I hear him approach. He lifts me high and traces the droplet down to the top of my hip-huggers with his tongue. I am still blindfolded when he places me on the ground. I feel his breathe upon my mouth. The tip of his tongue plays across my teeth. Ah, I remember him, his face, his hands, his taste, and that night at the empty skating rink…but, sadly, not his name. 

the scarf 
falls from my hands:
the drawer closes

First Published by Contemporary Haibun On-line Winter of 2013

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Date: 11/15/2017 8:50:00 PM
Nice! :)
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Debbie Guzzi
Date: 11/28/2017 10:40:00 PM
Date: 2/23/2017 11:01:00 PM
My oh my...what a great memory! I hope it's true. I enjoyed this one so much.
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Date: 7/17/2015 11:55:00 AM
Enchanting and romantic hugs eve
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Date: 3/28/2015 5:41:00 PM
Hot, hot. I loved it and was delighted to come across another haibun writer!!!
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Date: 3/21/2015 3:14:00 PM
Feels more sizzle than serenade, at least from this vantage point. Hot stuff, great write, loved the scintillating attention to detail. Might need a cold shower ;)
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Date: 3/14/2015 2:52:00 PM
I've never witnessed poetry crafted in this way before, I love it. My mind was imaging so much as my mind does, hugs//James :)
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Date: 3/8/2015 5:45:00 PM
You write some beautiful haibuns Debbie....excellent work
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Date: 3/8/2015 8:57:00 AM
What can I say, Debbie!! This is vintage poetry that cleverly and with subtle emotions tugs at the heart and imagination. I never hand out favs just for the sake of it...but this one gets it for deserved merits:) fantastic the final 3 lines! Hugs // paul
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Paul Callus
Date: 3/8/2015 9:00:00 AM
note...typo in title:)
Date: 3/7/2015 4:26:00 PM
Some experiences we'll never forget ..dont We?How sensual this is,and the emotion it transmits.A fsv!How are you ma?Im fine sweety.
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Date: 3/5/2015 4:49:00 AM
This is a brilliant piece.I am a Haibun lover Debbie. This is class I Haibun. Obviously it is in my fav list. You have started first text with' Blindfolded' and second with'Vibrations'. I think these two are keywords.Love>>rajat
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Date: 3/3/2015 9:48:00 PM
Oh Debbie...with memories like that...who needs reality. You really wrote this sensual piece with finesse. Loved it. "This tall drink of unique! Hugs
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