~~~
*(Inspired by Miss Ohio,
I read your work)*
~~~
"This time, but once"
one of my oldest companions,
surely,
my most favorite dessert
and lie
of greatest acquaintance
who, in posses of the
electronic stimulus card key,
mistress unlocker,
privateer explorer,
of the Venetian Grand Canal passage
of my ear to brain.
temptress of words-whispered,
always inviting me
straight to the dark places
of just us girls
this time, but once,
no one will care,
no one will know,
fumble, hurry, do it
quick now, quick here
just this once,
just this morning,
but not tomorrow,
just this night,
one cocktail can't hurt,
a few strokings,
a drag of desire,
a hit of heat,
glide path, short and pathetic,
this momentary shame,
for the quid pro quo,
of the satisfaction gained
from lying to one's self...
so I lay with a lie
to startle start the day,
come night time sleep,
speak of a sequential array of
pleasurable fantasies,
lies repeated repeatedly,
do not become truths
thus,
a bookended graduation
two endings,
a matched pair
a commencement to start,
a commencement to finish
and the truths in your poetry
in between,
but just this once
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 10:36 PM UTC
~~~
*(Inspired by Miss Ohio,
I read your work)*
~~~
"This time, but once"
one of my oldest companions,
surely,
my most favorite dessert
and lie
of greatest acquaintance
who, in posses of the
electronic stimulus card key,
mistress unlocker,
privateer explorer,
of the Venetian Grand Canal passage
of my ear to brain.
temptress of words-whispered,
always inviting me
straight to the dark places
of just us girls
this time, but once,
no one will care,
no one will know,
fumble, hurry, do it
quick now, quick here
just this once,
just this morning,
but not tomorrow,
just this night,
one cocktail can't hurt,
a few strokings,
a drag of desire,
a hit of heat,
glide path, short and pathetic,
this momentary shame,
for the quid pro quo,
of the satisfaction gained
from lying to one's self...
so I lay with a lie
to startle start the day,
come night time sleep,
speak of a sequential array of
pleasurable fantasies,
lies repeated repeatedly,
do not become truths
thus,
a bookended graduation
two endings,
a matched pair
a commencement to start,
a commencement to finish
and the truths in your poetry
in between,
but just this once
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