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Click herePoker - two pokers
pressed painful, pitching
against a cool they dare not blow.
Shocked focus liplocked
to beercans and Stoli shots.
Trading clichés for clothing,
close to ridiculous,
closer to reality
than any dumbstruck
dream before.
They ogle, adore,
snigger, affectionate leer
carbon copy buddy-up
locker room chuckles,
as if they even knew
a fraction of the truth,
careless, carefree,
cross-legged
before them.
The object of attention
sticks out a taunting tongue
and send popcorn storms
their way,
but with a "yeah, I know"
gorgeous grin
cut from pursed
crimson lips
seated perfect
between button nose
and baby doll chin.
They know,
she knows...
Odds so dearly in favor,
two players united
against one, not even trying...
(well yeah,
for faux charade,
but who's fooled?)
One pair, two pairs,
one two three,
reveals a giggle,
and ten tickly toes
wriggle free.
Only two more rounds
for four hands gripping,
almost ripping
aces and jacks,
at trembling fingers.
Two more triumphs...
to game over,
and game on.
"My turn," she purrs and leans
over stares, groans,
fluttering hearts,
to collect scattered hearts,
cloves, spades...
and feeds those diamond
solid wishes
immaculate promises
only minutes
from delivery.
yes, very strong, powerful and imaginativly enigmatic. I adore your poetry liar, have you thought of submitting to any contests? I have some links if you want them, in fact, I think they are posted on a thread somewhere, i will check on that..good work, enjoyed this read very much :)
....strong, Liar, very typical of the power and presence of your recent poetry! Much better, in my opinion, than your second offering today.
Even if I hated poker, I'd want to play with you. My gawd, Man, you were on fire with your poetry today. I'm am impressed and slightly discomfited knowing I will be up against you on Wednesday. Hopefully, being up against you, will flush out some of its own rewards. *smirk*
Delightful, delicious leaves me wanting to play a few hands myself. Are you a betting man?
Delicious! From beercans and stoli shots all the way down the center of this poem, I could feel it, taste it, hear it...*sigh* Great stuff. Two for two so far in my book.