- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Flashback to the Bayou
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Flat bottom boat
with one pole power
slices slow
through black water
disturbing creatures
that lie waiting below.
Wroth eyes, flash yellow,
gators roll away.
The water moccasins
S-slide, side-to-side.
Loons cry with screech owls
setting our wicked mood.
Pull to the left of
knobby cypress knees,
duck under heavy
hang of spanish moss
to a tin-roofed shack
on stilts in bayous deep.
In the dark at the
old wooden door
between hot kisses
she whispers hurry up,
cuz times a'wastin
"Daddy will know".
The lantern set at a low glow
while we sip muscadine wine;
hushed in pillow talk
until inhibitions are
long gone and
her old man's forgotten.
Sighs under mosquito net
are more sonorous
than swamp things.
We share heated rush
sweat for the first time
on a sultry summer night.
Dawn breaks the day
rain tap, taps a good morning
but still she sleeps
hand in mine
I watch, thinking
daddy's sure to be mad.
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