Saturday, October 08, 2005

The Living

Alive
and full
of vitality
breasts large
and firm
to be touched
"please"
he says
"so precious,
what are you doing here?"
Huh ;)
wish i knew
what i do
now
then.
When it was applicable
before.
nights of glory
all eyes on me
brimming
dark orbs
peeking out of a sea
of sexuality.
Ladies in waiting
walking
among ebbs of sweaty hands
clinging to crumpled
bits of paper
green
all for you
true?
Keep Smiling.

2 comments:

Christopher Trottier said...

Sexuality is the conflict between idealism and pragmatism. Well done on your poem.

__________ said...

reading you