seeping in magic

secret messages that

anticipate your kiss



you bend over and you are beautiful



a train ride that meanders

in the only direction it can

as if it was miles davis



as if

in the soft blue of your eyes

you would look into me as

you slide the strap of your bra

of your shoulder



put all your intimate designs

in an old embroidered kit bag

you bend over and you are gone



inserting the image so romance



lingerie or not to lingerie

folding silk boxers quickly in the laundromat

a coed doing her homework



may is gone and you never were here

and the anticipation lingers, but is fading



like the second use of an exotic tea bag

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Nicolette Van der Walt's picture

Loved the imagery of this poem! Well-written with feel and poetic depth.

Kind regards
Nicolette

Lavish Sterling's picture

again, so wonderful.