Salome

Salome

A Poem by Trevor Bushey

Sordid Salome,  
the veils you wear 
and se'en divest  
lie on the ground  
like macrame.  
Dances redound  
a man impressed,  
but I know, dear,  
you're quite blase. 
Panache and flair  
are mere pretense.  
You do confound 
during foreplay, 
but, now, compound 
rues on your breast.  
Rues overbear. 

© 2013 Trevor Bushey


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Trevor Bushey
Trevor Bushey

Canada



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A poetaster who primarily utilizes his capacity to write to pacify the pangs of his pragmatic conscience. Pitiful, practical, pithy. Will you appraise one of my poems? more..

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