Rhythm

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JUDO
JUDO
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A thrust,
A grunt,
A deepfelt sigh.

A quiver,
A quake,
A raised, wet thigh.

Of two,
Or three,
Count noses, not eyes.

To see
And feel
A girth or size.

A watch
that ticks,
Not with the time.

A veil
Of glass
Just for a dime.

'Til tight
The Ball
Of flesh and lust

Will gasp
Its peak

As all things must.

We watch
Behind
Mirrors, one way

Rubbing,
Stroking,
No one to lay.

Glass fogs,
Coins glint,
Towels wipe away

Madness -
The edge
Of this girl's stay.


JUDO
JUDO
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WickedEveWickedEveover 19 years ago
I love those last two stanzas

You do great with rhyme and the ending is excellent.

DustystarDustystarover 19 years ago
Red Fish, Blue Fish

has nothing on you. Imagery to the point, very much enjoyed, thank you.

Maria2394Maria2394over 19 years ago
the title

is accurate and enticing :) perfect pacing for a poem like this, good work

TathagataTathagataover 19 years ago
I'll say

it again.

I love this....

and it's pretty accurate...from what I've been told...

jd4georgejd4georgeover 19 years ago
The form adhered to the title.

To begin with, I wasn't sure if I was going to like it. Quickly, I found the rhythm of the words and found myself delivered to your interesting closing lines:

"Towels wipe away

Madness -

The edge

Of this girl's stay."

Nice read of a form I don't particularly like. Thanks, JUDO.

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