Mistake

Just coffee, safe

secure

 

Dark theater holding

hands

 

Dinner next, desire

builds

 

door opens to

passion

 

Random pattern of

clothes

 

strewn across the

floor

 

Silent morning after,

alone

 

with guilt ridden

thoughts.

Posted to the Imaginary Garden in response to FireBlossom’s prompt for a temptation/confession poem.

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9 Comments

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9 responses to “Mistake

  1. That sounds like the confession of a convent girl!

  2. Hmm, isn’t that just the way of it, sometimes, too? Thanks for participating in FBF!

  3. You write this scene so well, the reader feels that solitary morning after.

  4. I could picture this… I like how such few words told an interesting story.

  5. Oh wow…what a collection of snapshots, so much feeling in so few words. Nicely done.

  6. Attraction and conscience are mutually exclusive, as your piece so aptly shows.

  7. Oh yes, how easily “just coffee” can lead to feelings of guilt if we let it. These days, just coffee sometimes leads to sinful desserts, but not much more. However, I do remember a time…
    K

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