The Mannequin I Brought Home From Work

She pressed her desire into my flesh.
One night, dark room, two of us.
Called me sweet names in the chill
of the room,
desperate for each other.
We clung together like
snakes in a pit.
Wrapping ourselves  around
one another.
I stroked her hair, it was
as fine as carefully placed
horsehair on a
Victorian sofa.
I rubbed her back,
it felt as cold
as the freezer on
a summer day.

She said not a word to me,
this lover of mine.
Her voice was not active.
The mannequin
 I brought home from work.

Reviews

[?]

Loved the imagery, I have to agree with coyote, not much emotion in plastic and horse hair. lol
This was a very interesting piece, enjoyed the read

[Thea]

Aw, that was very unique...
Such a brilliant idea...
Very interesting title...Great poem
:)))

[Boldpen]

Yup... really interesting write.
The expressions and wordings were beautifully fitted in. Flow was flawless.
Wonderful creation indeed.

[Coyote Poetry]

A interest poem. Ain't much emotion in plastic and horse hair. A entertaining poem to read. Thank you for a excellent poem.
Coyote