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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Friday, January 27, 2012

Kissing the Ceiling

Kissing the Ceiling - Tamar and Noah (2008) by Fred Muram

I have heard of ghosts
who leave stains on the ceilings of houses when
their inhabitants are not looking

Tonight 
I will be the ghost
I will kiss your white tiled ceiling
and leave a blood red lipstick stain 

Come morning
when you open your eyes and
gaze up
I will be watching

Your smile or
your scowl will decide
whether I stay
for breakfast.

13 comments:

Fireblossom said...

Hey, she's cute. Why should the ceiling have all the fun?

I like your poem. No sense rushing into anything. See if they're worthy of your haunt, first!

ayala said...

Nice...and hot :)

Elisabeth said...

Fantastic poem, Lola. I enjoy the ambiguity of it and all the possibilities of a smile or scowl that will determine whether or not this lover stays.

J Cosmo Newbery said...

Anyone who kisses my ten foot ceiling will deserve serious respect.

But, that aside, a cute writing, acute writing.

Brian Miller said...

ha...hope for his sake it is a smile...

Mynx said...

This was so cute. Loved it

nene said...

I agree with Fireblossom, almost a feeling that kiss could have been better served enticing those soon to be pleasured by bacon and eggs. Can't imagine a scowl greeting them.

Christine said...

ah yes the particulars are all in the kiss

darev2005 said...

Mmmm.....

I've never woken up to see that.

But I'd sure love to!

Mama Zen said...

This is so creative! Great poem.

Ravenblack said...

That's a very original idea. :D Love this poem.

Pat Tillett said...

Cute and steamy and very creative! Love it!

vivinfrance said...

I like the mischief in this.