- Erotic Poetry
- Zealot
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Click hereI am a zealot.
Don't try to talk me out of it.
This place is too cold for you.
I'm going in
and you are coming out under my arm
or over my shoulder,
past nearsighted cowboys and blind plowboys
who can't see you,
to where it is green and warm,
where lovers lie
with the windows open
in January
and the neighbors wonder
who he has
with him tonight.
- COMMENTS
legerdemerover 9 years agoI don't have any more to add beyond what butters said... I like the doubt we're left with at the end - it adds reality and complexity to the poem.
Esperanza_Hidalgoabout 13 years agoafter getting frustrated yesterday thinking my comments were vanishing, but I look to day and they are not. As others have said, this is fine verse with a nice little bang at the end.
vrosej10about 13 years agoHmm. I really like this one though I am not sure I get it completely. It has your rough, bronzy stamp on it and I am a fan of whatever I am getting through your work.
bogusagainabout 13 years agoTakes one's imagination in many directions all at once while at the same time seeming like a narrative. Teases and delivers.
