tagErotic PoetryDefinition: Clara

Definition: Clara

byLiar©

always seven lumps
in coffee that could kill plague
and start revolutions

she laughs
at my disgusted stare
It's how they do it in Riyadh,
it's my cup, what do you care?


Who knows,
I say over the rim of my own plain black,
I just might cash in
that deep french rain check?


a melodic rumble laugh
a toss of already blond
bleached to impossibly white

a renegade drop
of black bittersweet
rolls down her chin
for a second

before swooped up and offered
glittering at the tip
of an extended index finger

it's the little things like that
that Clara only Clara only she
can magnify

Tell me now,
is this so bad?

she croons and leans closer

we sit
like that
the strangest siamese twins
in recorded history

eyes closed, breathless
in direct telepathy

fingertip
to
tongue

and then we know
those things
about one another

that not even lovers do

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