Keeping eye contact
Proud of his body, his abs
And all the rest
Especially all the rest
His blond hair, naturally wavy
Eyes blue as southern skies
Penetrating as an old gator's tracking gaze
Skin white as refined sugar cane, hers sun browned
creases in both their faces
adds flavor to the aura of their independence
in the deepening ebony night he comes to her
she's as precious as midnight's beguiling
she says he wastes his passion on the frail of her
still . . . neither of them can release the other
maybe her fondling, groping fingers
and his probing, shaking hands are mendacious and lying
but I wouldn't want to be the one to suggest it
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
Still, this poem begs for for Part II...
OK. I'll wait...
LOL
Love ya!
Jane
An enjoyable piece to read
Peace be with you
William