means of travel figured
at midnight, ready for her ride
and dressing herself in black
leotards, a strong-legged presence,
with upper body nude for effect.
her stead awaited, propped
against the porch wall,
the pogo-stickian reality
awaiting milady, who (shoeless,
a fine line of sweat
on her upper lip)
was ready to bounce.
cars on both sides,
no deterrence there,
she followed
yellow-line’s straight-narrow path,
and ogled those
who turned
shocked eyes to ogle
her.
beauty and darkness,
bounces and breasts,
a fit encounter for trendy
late-night-walkers,
lifting brews and pizzas
to tongues licking
gasps.
I think the oglee enjoyed it as much as the ogler...and so did I, ogling your fantastic, descriptive words--thank you! You've made me a voyeauer! (spelling??) That's alright, I love the way you write. One just doesn't READ your poetry, they LIVE it--BRAVO!
In the Whirlwind is a poetic storm that frees history from the cages of corruption and puts it in the hands of everyday people. Words are weaved into a new fashion statement that has nothing to do with runways but everything to do with projects!
Contraband Marriage, traveling along the hemline of loving after incarceration, is a love story written in lyric and free form, set in reality with a different ever after.
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I think the oglee enjoyed it as much as the ogler...and so did I, ogling your fantastic, descriptive words--thank you! You've made me a voyeauer! (spelling??) That's alright, I love the way you write. One just doesn't READ your poetry, they LIVE it--BRAVO!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :)