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Click hereDown dusty country lanes
in Mississippi hazy heat
silently popping another Bud
and lighting two cigarettes
mine and yours
as we watch the storm approach
a barn comes round a corner
gray and weathered like the sky
we jump grabbing blanket and beer
running for shelter
never speaking a word
laughter spilling from us in waves
clothes soaked as we hit the loft
winding towards the back thru
a jungle of hanging tobacco
finding a cloud of straw drawing us
turning to you in anticipation
of bodies known like favorite songs
moving together with no hesitation
breasts and hips no longer needing a script
tongues searching as bitten lips swell
and hormones lighting up a step by step path
the horizontal bop a dance done many times
with minor variations leading to the ultimate finale
the gunshot raindrops lessen
sun eases back thru the slatted
walls to finish its sleepy work
he pulls out two cigarettes
not in a barn I say and grabbing my boots
I back down the ladder; he follows
cattle lowing in the trailer needing milked
he starts the truck and in
silence lights two smokes
I ease over to him hand on his thigh
head on his shoulder
sudden passion silently forging a silent bond.
....this poem is lovely. Narrating simply and succinctly - no word puzzles here. A definite 5.
For two damn years I've been telling you that you have poetry in you, that you have a gift. Do you have any idea of the narrative power of this poem? The strength of the imagery? The fluency of your voice? And I know you--I know this comes very naturally for you, B. There ain't many who can do this, but you can. Just keep writing please--and editing, too, because your stuff is too good for anything less. xo Ange :)
This poem appeals to many senses. I could see it, feel it, even taste it (the beer, the dust). Thoroughly enjoyed it!
Xtaabay
love how you started and ended with the lighting two cigarettes AND the imagery
well done
now my son wants to type some letters
he liked the part about the cows jk!
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What a magnificent talent for descriptive imagery you posess. I've never been where this poem takes me, but it feels familiar anyway.
Mississippi imagery, I could see the steam rising even before they reached the barn.
jim :)