Roll of her hips and a head held high,
Brings the beans and the floured wrap,
Brown cane skin, and bright bird eye
Carrying a child on a hip-slung strap.
She was bare at the middle and bare at the breast
She was bare to the thigh but the knee I knew best.
With a wink at Mac and a smile at me,
She moved like music of a twelve string guitar.
She was my fine drink of sharpest whiskey,
The slow weave in the smoke of cigar.
She was bare at the middle and bare at the breast
She was bare to the thigh but the knee I knew best.
Through the small street of vendor’s stalls
To the table set out under the night,
She came to us, like a loon follows calls,
the knee of my heart bends my delight.
She was bare at the middle and bare at the breast
She was bare to the thigh but the knee I knew best.
Soft nights of wonder, brown sugar, my lover,
Comes to me softly to bring me home
Sin’s deepest longing will soon recover
These are mine, and mine alone.
She was bare at the middle and bare at the breast
She was bare to the thigh but the knee I knew best.
Author notes
Knees of my heart
Written May 3rd, 2006
In a list
A contest entry
- Jimmy Buffett Inspiration by JM Kenyon.
400 points, ended May 8, 2006, 2 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Very well deserving of the Gold award--Well Done!!
You have an obvious talent with the rhyming verse and perhaps you would consider taking a look at my contest on link below
http://allpoetry.com/contest/2402827
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hmmm I like this write a lot. I've read it thrice, the first time a guitar came to mind, having hips and neck and seeming to have a voice and life of it's own... then reading it again, I thought of a woman with a child on her lap.
Now, as I read it again, I'm not sure if it is a woman with a child or a guitar... but the musical quality and wording of the piece brings through a depth of a warmth and afection either way. My conclusion, a great write that probably has a personal sentiment, but can be appriciated in another sense, depending on who is reading it.
Nice job.
s ~genie~
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no, I a knock-kneed needle-nosed ester..how bout you? hee hee
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"Through the small street of vendor’s stalls
To the table set out under the night,
She came to us, like a loon follows calls,
the knee of my heart bends my delight."
My sista!!! Are you a...parrot~head?!? 
Gorgeous, Lady...Jimmy would be most pleased with you, methinks...Good luck in the contest, my Friend... 
Wanda
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Yes, but i had to take it southwestern for buffet....
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thank you somuch. I appreciate your comments.
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Is this about your Mom? And you sitting at her knee? Lovely piece and love the repetition in line.Lyrical quality.~~Suseann
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Enjoyed this very much the rhyme and flow were great.
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