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F    I don’t call it love, I call it poetry

Poems

DJ Thomas  May 2010
Spite Akimbo
DJ Thomas May 2010
Long brown dream
her legs akimbo
apex flushed dark
arms bowed at hip
******* accusing
Breathless, the
******* seesaw
tight curls crown
angry beauty
teeth blaze hot
golden eyes
spit hate
spinning slowly left
proudly curved
bending exposed
face framed a
toppled heart
lips lick entice
three rising paces
the suite bar
long fingers reach
the glass held
waist high
pivoting back
all swift motion
a somersault roll
landing grinning
******* bouncing
a silent scream
lashes out blinding
red wine

All loves promises
tumbling bouncing emotion
an ****** spite


leaving me
naked rivoletto
sashed red
seeing blurred
ghostly negatives
of forever young
screaming
bouncing *******
I say “Goodbye
true love” to
the tall glass
on the bar
my coat and
open door
to the
clothe strewn
bedroom*

Clothed party act
a pint spinning somersault
quaffed down brim full
copyright©DJThomas@inbox.com 2010
Zombee  Oct 2014
Akimbo
Zombee Oct 2014
nothing was as Beautiful --
as
You when you would stand aKimbo..

..boasting Insults  --  talking ****.

hips were Posing  --  so obTuse.
'cutest thing ive ever Seen.