The bayou of my mind comes alive
as your elbow digs into my ribs.
What, now? I ask as you pull
my jacket off. Your lipstick
tastes like cinnamon, your face beet red
from the alcohol, the light-bulb is off
and we aren’t even out of the carport yet.
True love or true lust?
I’ll take either.
There is a tremor in your voice
as you call me your honey elk.
I just hope at my age this passion
doesn’t cause me to kick to bucket!
Clever storytelling using all the prompt words. Seamless. Great poem, captures a moment!
I agree with jeckford about your natural story-telling in your poetry and the way you are sorting out ‘love’ in both this poem and the ‘what is love’ piece! Great opening line: ‘The bayou of my mind comes alive’ …