Desired

The eyes slide

off her and don’t trouble to rest

there. Walking awkward

and looking foolish

with a weight about

her neck that prevents her

swimming or flying

off, better than any cage.

darling baby dear tonight

we should open the champagne

because it’s a celebration I’ll

need access to your nakedness

and you shall consent

Not a stranger looks at her

or her long coat

with its large morose black buttons

each for a thousand 

glossy blank stares.

Prepped for danger in the bedroom

tonight, she

snaps the hours away as the hands on her watch jackknife later

and later.

Reviews

[Kelley]

This was a cool poem that bordered on being sensual
but did't quite make it.

Great write thanks for sharing.

Kelley

[Jas Alejandrino Ramos]

an interesting poem...the flow of the description of the poem is good so it is not boring...overall this is a nice poem:))