|street art, Richmond, VA|
it's Spring & the room is fullof the heady scent of fresh cut flowers
with the softest petals---
first reflections of the moon breakthe window, write poetry along the arc
of your foot in delicate shadow creases-spoken word
contours read with my lips, braille, sighs to sole
& sun left salt, rough at points from miles walked, kiss
unraveled in whispers around ankles & long
stretch of Achilles
a metaphorical story of weakness,
but strength to one who knows kneads,
like hearts & clubs, playing cards with queens, betting
on the river, deck stacked (against me?), but i don't mind
losing this game
again & again
controlled flow HeARTbeAt~manicPulse, 31 pointsin the bottom of the foot but one that, Mmm---
2/3 of the way between ball and heel, deep, Ah---
and another where the arrow pierced, Oh---
bite your lip & hold it in---
So, tell me who's the hustler here, if we both win?
They say gambling's the devil's game,but i got enough in my pocket for one more hand
Ante in (oh yes) Ante in, the night (as we) is young
it's Spring and...
Time to gather once again for OpenLinkNight @ dVerse Poets - where we sling poems not stones, a rousing good time. Tonight, your host is a dear friend & partner is poeticrime, Claudia Schoenfeld, who will open the doors at 3 PM EST. See you then.