Sunday, August 18, 2013

A Night at the Museum

 not my photo
He woke up
The words of use
Caused harm
Mumbling wickedness
 
The pinks of the sky
Roll down
A dancer’s dead drop
Into the blue waves
 
Of the harbor
Rectangular frames
Bars my sight
The doors closed together
 
Sitting still
In the sail boat
Part of the display
Rehearsing a single play
 
His words woke me up
The sweat from our
Lovemaking
Tainted in vodka

2 comments:

  1. This is sweetly powerful, powerfully sweet, and hot even!

    Hope you are well. :)

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    1. I am well Hope you are as well thank you for stopping by, I like that I wrote something hot...

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