Another Trick

In this unkempt hour,

now passed last call

enbibed with confidence and power

trance dancing

craving for a downfall,

for a sour shower of man-stink

my sweat electrified

body's sex secretions

romancing my oval stones

to be thrown - objectified

in secret  completion - moans

repeat my immobility

wriggling in blue jeans

wrestling with conscience and familiar

sobriety, refused  a bone...

like an earth born worm

unable to swim in mud

or use sight

Han Solo imprisoned in carbonite

how my heart freezes

when you forget me

 

playing with flammable

memory...

Reviews

[Frieda P]

Very creative, you play with words in a delightful way that keeps me enchanted...enjoyable read.

'romancing my oval stones
to be thrown - objectified'

Nice one!!

[Butch Decatoria]

thank you frieda, back at you babe... you're the master... iam not worthy...

[N!LoC]

you know what? i have a certain picture painted in my head.. but i am always curious like this... was this poem inspired by you feeling like just another "trick"?

[Butch Decatoria]

after hours roaming... saturday nights can be memorable in the saddest sense. lol. yeah.