I remember the times
when you muffled me,
and wore your proud moments
like shark's teeth, tucked
inside your shirt.
Touching the rubber burns
on the pavement- I see
you tarred my skin
with the lust, dangling
from your palms.
Drop me here. Turn in circles.
Find the next prey.
Don't make a fool of yourself.
I'll be here- waiting
in your footprints.
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Critical comments appreciated.
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Stanza divisions work brilliantly. The ending was amazing. I love it. I missed your writing, very few people write as amazingly as you.
The first stanza = perfect, Shirley. Very effective. My favourite. The simile is original, but really really good.
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welcome back
rubber burns on the pavement is a nice touch...
al
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Thanks Al, not my best, but I'm making baby steps...
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the imagery, it speaks to me in ways that can only be comprehended in ephedrin laced diatribes. that could be taken wrongly but i am in love with this poem.
yay!
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