Impulse

[billy]

You unravel your suit in the sickly pale color of the
room, and I lay in bed with my curlers, conjuring
up images of your equally pale frame climbing into
the comfort of our bought home. Like once spoiled
and now motionless pet parakeets stuffed uncomfortably
in a shoe-box labeled 'lovely' we seem slothful, I suppose i love this line and the one above
'He' was watching us then. this line is one of those extra specials that only come now and again.

Your lips catch mine and set sparks off in the room like
flints, our surroundings blur and change into a vintage
50's TV scene brought to you by: Impulses: The Lead
Paint That Varnishes Your Mind. and these two

i am enjoying your stuff jadie
the caps in the last line tend to make me forget what i've already read
and in doing so take a way the enjoyment of an otherwise great poem. i
thought the parakeets lines were superb

lips sparking while a little cliché still works well.
i did a line by line and couldn't see how as i'd change anything bar the caps in the last line,
an excellent read, thanks for it