Landline
We decide
Nobilities aside
Prescribe the ephemeral
Feeling
Of being subject
To dramatic glances,
Their eyes,
Electric blenders
As you succumb to the sweet,
Sickly exchange,
In your short black dress
And your oily breath,
Flames inside your chest
And beads of sweat along your palm
I look for a loophole in oxygen
While you push at furniture.
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I love poetry ... and your site is sooooo easy to navigate - great simple design!! Stopping into follow and say hey from today's blog hop. Hope you can return the visit soon - I'd love a follow via GFC and Google+ Have a great day!! www.shaunanosler.blogspot.com
ReplyDeleteLoved it! Awesome choice in the pic goes very well with your poem! Great blog! I'm stopping by from the BHE blog hop! Hope you can take a minute to check out my blog! http://acostaeveli.blogspot.com/p/5-day-blog-hop.html Have a great weekend! :)
ReplyDeleteStopping by from Write On Edge. I appreciate the depth of feeling in your poem.
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