“Can you put words to an inchoate desire.” C.D. Wright
Of dances and distance
Don't talk about climbing
Or kumite four nights a week
You are dancing quite well
There once was a man and wife
Till adventure did them part
She as beautiful as honey
She as beautiful as fuck
Pow the many blows of love
Those tender preoccupations
Her hand in my shirt
My hand in her pocket
It was only our glances
That made this poem.
Her hand in my shirt
My hand in her pocket
It was only our glances
That made this poem.
Wow Rob! A very powerful gritty (realism) vivid (and loaded) short story, tough perhaps but true and I love the you last two lines.
ReplyDeleteThanks very much for listening, Jeffree. You are kind. It seems that many of my poems want to fall somewhere between the lyrical and the narrative. If the balance is right, then that's alright with me.
DeleteThe balance is excellent in this poem and the ending has a real punch.
DeleteThanks, Danny.
DeleteWow Rob! A very powerful gritty (realism) vivid (and loaded) short story, tough perhaps but true and I love the you last two lines.
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