- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Who, Me?
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It was the tone
slippery and soothing
that reached through all too well
slowly easing the need
from our sweet little group
till lips curled.
I can’t imagine
he didn’t lean back in his chair
arms above head in a stretch
a wide smile of triumph cross his cheeks.
He knew what he was doing;
He did it anyway.
- COMMENTS
lobomaoover 16 years agoIn such insatable mysteries we are lost;
As a doer unknowing in the second act-
Only in our afters do we know the cost,
When our fictions have become our fact
LeBrozover 16 years agoI get the image of a husband playing bad when the wife has some of her friends over and the spirit of the group is rattled. That's what poetry is about, mostly creating an image, a feeling, not so much the telling of a story.
champagne1982over 16 years agothe conversational tones you use in your poetry. It makes the scene live, in my view.
