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Flash Back in Neon
by jeanne rene watson

Saturday, February 14, 2004
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He was the flash dance on the floor;
a wildcard from the bottom of the deck,
a maverick with a slow hand and fast tongue.
             He was trouble,
             tears and a time bomb,
             in a body beautiful wrapped package.
He made me breathless,
and he sucked my sanity with the rhythm of his roll.
Hed empty me with his kiss, and Id come up for air;
             need to shake myself back into reality.
He panhandled my heart for the bucks, not the change.
He was the impossibility that made control a homicide victim.

And he loved me too many days for the
morphine dream to keep dripping.
              He leaned on me,
              and bent me.
I crawled out just to run in any direction, high stepping;
Looking back at the charms he wore
               like a neon sign blinking blue Open-Cold Beer. 
I stayed for too many drinks after last call.

He is the memory, painted in the torn corners of my mind.
He is the rush in the night, that still rides his way into my dreams.
He is the smooth smile come across my lips . . . out of nowhere.

jeanne rene 11/03

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Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader) 2/14/2004
Wonderful poem....
Reviewed by Lisa Hilbers 2/14/2004
Perfectly formed write. I felt the amazement, the swirling winds it caused. Excellently written. Lisa
Reviewed by Kate Clifford 2/14/2004
Fantastic write!
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