Your  glass is always half empty,  whiskey the color of your eyes when you are aroused.   I shut my eyes and fixate on the whir of the overhead fan. When you reach for me  I turn away, practicing  my out of body art, I look down from above until my eyes close.  Later we share a hand rolled cigarette, silently  watch  the curls  rise and rip apart in the blades.  Your soft eyes ensnare me, expose my liability.  It is so easy to distract you, pulling back the sheets we laugh,  make love and pull away.  Your eyes are the sparkle of stardust,  a boy at the top of a Ferris wheel.    I swear to  not meet again  but my heart is a red sports car racing along a razor’s edge.


art by Fabian Perez

105 thoughts on “out of body

  1. Another soul-touching poem, thank you ❤
    It reminds me of one of or the best of the Persian poet (female) Forugh Farokhzad style. in one of her poems; Another Birth
    [Life is perhaps lighting up a cigarette
    in the narcotic repose between two love-making
    or the absent gaze of a passerby
    who takes off his hat to another passerby
    with a meaningless smile and a good morning.]
    here is the whole poem 🙂 ❤

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  2. You are the best, Holly!
    This prose took me back……
    Ah, the good old days. I may not have been a red sports car, but I was a blue Trans Am, V8 sticking out of the hood and a T-Roof.
    You really know how to move me with your words.

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          1. Old cars were great, unfortunately something boys and girls miss in their lives today. SAAB is a great ride. Designed by pilots, there is a reason you feel like your flying. You should get another one. 😉

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          2. Actually I sold mine to a pilot, he insisted on going by the blue book 😊. Unfortunately I had problems with my Saab, In fact I had to have it towed back to the dealer as it broke down as I was driving it home, despite the glitches I did love the way it drove. I kept it for three years. My friend had a sedan and he never had a problem with his.

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          3. They are quirky and expensive to fix with parts sometimes hard to find. Usually you have to depend on after market or may be get lucky at a junk yard. Still it’s one of those cars that gets under your skin. 😉

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  3. This has a touch of the illicit… forbidden fruit is always the sweetest…something won is always more precious than something earned. Maybe I am just morally bankrupt. This is wonderful regardless.

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  4. WordPress prevented me from commenting right away and perhaps my hyperbolic Head Elves would have said too much, talked in circles, and lost their way in this lovely piece of a bigger story yet untold. This is a scene that makes a book, tells no more than needed to set this reader’s mind ablaze. I’ve read where the best writing is just enough to allow the reader to do all the heavy lifting. This piece is that advice in action. You are the best Rene.

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    1. Thank you Sue. , Inthpught if you and your garden while writing Narcissus. Though the underlying message is far from you my dear friend. But soon the reaping and sowing will come back around. Enjoy your day sweet lady. 🌹

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