etouffee's New Writeups

Faint of heart (poetry)

2013-05-22T03:37:43Z

Ailene

Hers were opinions subdued,
spoken quietly, lacking conviction.

Faint of bone,
soft of spirit, weak of knee.

Hers were understated passions,
reticent kisses and timid fingers.

Faint of heart,
faith in hardly anything.

Suzanne, on the other hand

Hers were thoughts the whole room knew,
she of leather jackets and brazen heels.

Faint of nothing,
transparent, like her blouse.

The shadows made her look a little treacherous. (poetry)

2013-05-18T13:30:56Z

Her bangs, tilted over one side of her face
gave mascara heavy eyes a
covert appearance

Her dark voice, raspy,
told a series of stories that sounded more like riddles,
interrupted by smoke circles.

Her blood red fingernails traced the rim of her glass,
the collar of my shirt, then
my neck, as she kissed me.

Just once.

. .

_{thanks to Evil Catullus for the title}

Do better (fiction)

2013-05-12T05:15:31Z

She lies and says she's in love with him, can't find a better man...
She dreams in color, she dreams in red, can't find a better man...
Betterman - Pearl Jam

"I'm not easy to like"

This is Roger talking, describing himself. Most days he walks around town looking angry. He looks 40, but is just short of 30. He wears an old red STP hat and a blue work shirt with his name in embroidered white letters above one pocket. Roger wears the shirt even though he only works three days a week in this small town that only has four gas stations.

Roger's girlfriend is Lese, a single mom who lives with him. She just turned twenty two and is four foot nothing, but not bad looking. They live in a mobile home that sits half a block behind his mother's home on the Northern edge of town.

Roger's father left him and his crazy sonofabitch brother when they were both in middle school.…

Ivory soap (poetry)

2013-05-11T05:08:13Z

At first
I had no idea of her scent, being
more than an arms length
away.

Still, when that distance decreased
my curiosity increased,

leading me to finally
ask

"What do you use to smell that way,
fresh as rainwater?"

An answer,
spoken in a soft voice,
halting, but intimate, matching her
blush.

Oh, it's just soap...

Hallucinations of touch (poetry)

2013-05-04T20:47:03Z

Early morning, I thought I felt your fingers on my shoulders,
tracing my collarbone

Closing my eyes, I sensed your arms,
around my waist
pulling me close.

Half awake, I embraced the weight of you
pressed tight against my back,
curled into me

Then I reached for you, realizing in an instant
that I imagined it all.

The Search for Six Perfect Words (poetry)

2013-04-27T13:46:07Z

Here is a blanket,
a magic cape, a spell

Wrap it around your shoulders,
next to your skin.

Six words, countless echoes:

Your eyes, our hands, my heart.