barkin’ at the moon
by Lori Romero
Friday, April 11, 2008
Rated "PG13" by the Author.
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Diana Krall on the radio,
peelin’ a grape, crushin’ some ice
an infusion of possibilities, a tall sip of desire
on a night like this, feigning innocence
is like trying to sneak moonrise past a coyote
we dance, feet minnow in and out across the room,
a honeyed funnel of heat, fingers tingle
we lap at chilled martinis,
tongues curl, an oyster on the half shell
anticipation stirs like an unsheltered beast
with red-lit cigarette eyes
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|Reviewed by Richard Bowers
|Which way shall I take the course to my reader’s hearts,
What scale and tools do I collect with,
What voyeur’s wrap I claim in readiness.
Are the ages of my father come to bear,
Or will be for next generation’s benefit:
And for sure hope luck to smile a lot,
Unless I weaken in devotion,
That I harbor this pretext,
Where course is subject to a wanton age.
Gather, flock with us; examine all to beyond:
Valiant person have surpassed our time.
|Reviewed by Karen Palumbo
|Interesting concept, complete with visual images....
Be always safe,
|Reviewed by blue soplain
|what marvelous vignette of imagery and building emotional suspense; hanging on that evening's every breath, every word, every nuance; original metaphors and God bless Krall!