looking black upon me

looking black upon me

A Poem by Philip Gaber


She smokes cigarettes while
doing deep-breathing exercises.

Drinks coffee to
reach her target heart rate.

Has a way of whispering without
sounding like a conspirator.

Is the only one I know that
doesn’t look like a fraud whenever
she’s walking in the rain.

She once told me,
“There are two things you should never,
under any circumstances, do,
while in the company of a woman:
make eye contact with her after
she’s stuffed her mouth full of food
or look directly at her when she’s
wearing sunglasses.”

She and I tried to make a go of it
back in ’90s, but she said she didn’t
like “funny, sulky men…”

Shortly after we separated,
I received a postcard from her
from San Francisco.

She was dating a man who was said to be
on “intimate terms” with her “G-Spot.”

Her “God-Spot.”

I never knew such a spot even existed.
I guess that’s why she tried so hard to convert me.

© 2024 Philip Gaber


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Unicorns, gold at the end of rainbows and G spots, all much talked about but never seen or found.
I like this writing style, some great lines, easy to follow with a wee bit of humour thrown in for good measure :)


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Philip Gaber
Philip Gaber

Charlotte, NC



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