The Sultry Escape
Cold feet, dark bottles, & heat
she taps to the street's
seductive bold beat.
The moonlit march sinks
summer wishes, & hopeful spoons
in dirty dishes.
Fuming with rush &
childhood blush, frail flowers must crush
in the tread of contingency.
Old faces were flushed as the
sensuous strut left an honest lush
on the kitchen floor.
she taps to the street's
seductive bold beat.
The moonlit march sinks
summer wishes, & hopeful spoons
in dirty dishes.
Fuming with rush &
childhood blush, frail flowers must crush
in the tread of contingency.
Old faces were flushed as the
sensuous strut left an honest lush
on the kitchen floor.
Not studying paid off... this poem will soon appear in UNC-Greensboro's bi-annual arts magazine ! Ka-Ching :)
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