STEAMY DOG DAYSA Poem by Betty HermeleeFlirting, heatSTEAMY DOG DAYS
I cling to my window sill to study him steamy hot sweat on my brow I wait as my innards flutter about as dusk fall into an abyss each day, same time he passes me dark suit, black flock of hair beige shoes, brown leather briefcase if only he would look up, glance at me
One day I linger in front of my building primped with up do and red lipstick my edginess heightens, first a blur of colors eyes squint, as the sun bids farewell a figure with shadows draws closer my nerves twinge he walks by turns his head slightly pauses and smiles my allurement is not a fancy © 2021 Betty HermeleeAuthor's Note
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5 Reviews Added on August 12, 2021 Last Updated on August 12, 2021 AuthorBetty HermeleeBlack Mountain, NCAboutMy love of poetry results from my love of art. As a painter I am able to express myself on a canvas. As a poet my words come from my heart, my moods, sometimes sad, mostly upbeat. I like to use vivid .. more..Writing
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