Poem of the Week-Ode To Her

Lodged in your vocal cords

Belting Cry Me A river

Tongue pressing against

Snarling phrases

Teeth sputtering

Clear nasal tones

Your swaying silk arms

With finger nails like daggers

Sweeping crusty air pockets

Cross eyed

Making ugly sexy beautiful

Mouthing your words

Lyrics dripping from teeth

Crouching to the audience

The Way We Were


And Memories

Hear me

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