Thursday, 28 July 2005

girl on the tube

her perfume lingers
it trails behind her like her sloe black hair
hair of jet
hair so black it sparkles
sparkles like those celtic eyes
eyes of irish green.
like mist on velvet fields
she fades from view
and leaves behind but a scented memory.

words by cocaine jesus


transience said...

i love those moments that hit you in the most unexpected places.

Pincushion said...

ahhh...good to have u your 'ritual acts'..on the tube ;)
scented memories...a lung-ful..sigh!

Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Lovely, I've always wanted to be one of those deeply femanine women who left behind a trail of perfume, instead of a trail of bumbeling chaos, never mind, mabe in another life

floots said...

a beautiful piece
(get her to give me a call)
welcome back

_Soulless_ said...

a scented memory

...sigh. Dreamy. ^_^ Glad to see you back. Ssooo glad to read more of your poems. (You have been sorely missed, but you know that already. Hee.)

Queen Neetee said...

What a marvelous vision you have implanted upon my senses.
A scent that melds into the very identity of one who leaves behind a map of beauty that compliments the earth in memory.
We should all be so remembered.
Thank you

Misreflection said...

she sounds divine, now why didn't you take her home huh? Good to see you're back again.. will be checking your other blogs need another erotic break , its been too long. And btw, the bra thing well CJ you're full of surprises I never expected it from you but each to his own, try it it may just work , although I'm still waiting to hear.I will certainly be using the technique again. :)

Cocaine Jesus said...

transience>>>they are surely the best moments of all

pincushion>>>glad to be back

sue>>>you sound just like my kinda girl

floots>>>keep your ears open for that ringtone!

soulless>>>thank you

queen neetee>>>welcome. If only we all were rememberd in such a fleeting fashion.

missy>>>i think my wife and children might just have raised one or two objections to my taking her home but hey, nice thought. my fingers are firmly crossed that you get the job.

NicoleBraganza said...

this made me weak in the stomach like it happens those special times ;))

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