- Erotic Poetry
- Unrequited
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Been, oh, 25 years since I published any poetry? Longer since I wrote any. But this one wrote itself, and suddenly.
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One-mile loop, lap two,
Humid day opposite the parking lot.
Two hipsters approach in flannel,
Man bewhiskered,
Beer-gutted,
Lunch-glutted;
Woman long-legged and vibrant,
Blooming in her twenties.
A furtive glance as I run past.
Next lap, and I’m shirtless,
Sweaty chest and animal scent,
Healthy and virile,
And I’m looking for her this time.
Longer glance, bolder, dark eyes.
Next lap, and this will be the last time:
Male hipster already tired.
Her look this time a hard, strong stare,
All down my chest,
To the front of my soaked shorts,
Her hand loosening in his.
My eyes speak loudly.
“You could do better,” they say.
Hers, in reply, simply agree with me.
- COMMENTS
BlissMaraover 1 year agoYou create the physical tempo--each lap creating more tension, coupled with longer, more meaning-laden eye contact--so effectively here. Very nice!
Anonymousover 6 years agoGood use of observation & body language. You could inject a bit of 'your' own feeling to add to the ardor of the situation.
