PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

by Jeph Johnson

Now free from
the trappings
of East
Burnside sleaze
and the
Saturday
night
rock and roll
strip teaze
the shadows
that once veiled
brown eyes
up and leave
and follow
me naked
yet so
candidly
through the
chaotic pace
my heart
fails to keep
while my mind's
recollection
responds
indiscreet
and frantically
tries
to distinguish
a trace
of the stirring
display
I've beheld
in her face
and though
her reappearance
has yet manifest
in my thoughts
I hold gently
her shape
to my chest
and dream
wide awake
some abstract design:
trust, faith, belief
and her hand in mine
even after
the light
I've sought
to describe
fades to shadows
again
and she
tries to hide
I cannot depart
her troubled
brown eyes