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verbal danceWords dance off her tongue
Like a Moroccan goddess in a Russian ballet
Yet out of place
Every syllable is poetry
The sound of her voice
Hangs in the air-
Dripping from her lips
Like warm caramel
Rich and luxurious
Sticking sweetly to my ears
Her auburn ringlets
Pulled under a babushka scarf
Nothing so beautiful should be restrained
A photograph wouldnt do her justice
Nor a glance
She is to be studied like a Pollock painting
A clause and a predicate
Pirouette through her lips
Like Latin lovers on a tango floor
Her luscious accent rolls
So dense its three dimensional
Thick and rich
Like Turkish coffee
So beautiful it hurts
I just need some critiquesI kick off my shoes and lie down. Half dead grass prickles unpleasantly on the back of my neck. I pull my large hood up to cover the exposed skin. It's the first nice day since September; seventy degrees but I'm still wearing a hoodie. I place one arm over my eyes shielding them from the unseasonably bright sun. The other arm rests on my slightly squashy stomach. "Time to start working out for swimsuit season" i mutter to the empty air. My mind lulls through the philosophies of one night stands, cat fights and the meaning of "I love you."
"Is anybody sitting there?" says a nonentity. the man who doesn't actually exist caresses my cheek then intimately runs a finger along the inch of exposed midriff. He finds the squish sensual and womanly. It's not just the result of too many Girl Scout Cookies.
I sit up brushing a few stray hairs out of my eyes. "Time to move on" I say to the empty field. Shoes slip back on and i walk four blocks home.
ColoradoThe sun doesnt set as deeply here
As it dips behind ragged peaks
The ridges explode
Painting the sky
Long after the sun is gone
Our skies are bluer than your lovers eyes
Deeper and clearer than a Caribbean lagoon
The air is clean
With vanilla flavored ponerosas
IfIf we waited longer
If we tried harder
If we met earlier-
If we met when were both married
Honeymooning in Barbados
If we were 73 and widowed-
If we were cooler-
If you snorted when laughed
Or if I cried-
Eyes red and puffy
In romantic movies
If it was all totally different-
Would it be the same?
temptation in carnateHer unrelenting beauty is cruelly alluring.
Men turned their heads to watch
The unattainable treasure in red terry cloth shorts.
The green stilettos clashed fantastically w/ her bright blue hair
She spreads discord as she walks
A true scion of Eris
She marches on
Her pace implacable
Progeny of Betty Page
One last goddess sent to Earth.
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