La Dame Verte

Her smile a notch above a frown,
The subtle way she drags her gown;
Drifting to the garden tub,
Slipping off her black lace gloves.

Evening of unwinding wrath,
Absinthe and a bubble bath;
Ignorant to clock-hands turning,
Sleeps content with candles burning.

Velvet curtains brushed aside;
Sleeping, soaking, Devil’s pride;
I find her in a sultry moat,
Asleep where lotus candles float.

…Where that trail of petals led,
In the room where dress was shed;
I thought I heard her hum a hymn,
Escaping through subconscious whim.

Her eyelids twitch above her smile,
Her hair descending to the tile;
For her thoughts I’d offer pence,
Red lips hushed in confidence.

Her marinated body froths,
In body oil and castile broth;
Half asleep, beneath her breath,
She tells me romance isn’t dead.

“La Dame Verte” by Brandon Gene Petit

Taken from Dreams in the Womb

© 2012-2013 Brandon Gene Petit

Author’s Note: I thought I would post something besides prose, considering I haven’t posted a plain old poem in a while. This was inspired by a female friend of mine, who told me on a late night phone call that she had spent the previous evening taking a bubble bath while drinking absinthe and eating M & M’s (needless to say, I took out the part about the M & M’s).

Dreams in the Womb is an eclectic mix of prose-poetry and more traditionally structured verse, and also explores my romantic side with a variety of dreamy and sometimes even erotic images. Copies of the book, in 6 X 9 softcover, are available on Amazon and Barnes & Noble, as well as several other online retailers. Chances are you can even order it from your favorite local indie bookstore, even if they don’t physically have it on their shelves. The Kindle edition is also available, and subscribers to Amazon Prime can borrow the Kindle version from the Kindle book lending library for free.