my first cigarette
dreams still sleep
curled inside a newspaper
I see her walking down the street
I teeter-totter and stutter
in the seesaw of her derrière
Her hair waterfalls in chestnuts
and honeycomb sunbeams
on her naked ivory shoulders
relentlessly brushed and toned
by the constant unforgiving sun
I remain a lazy prisoner
in the ambush of her thighs
sailor adrift drowning
as she comes in tidal waves
Titanical tiramisu
as I commit five deadly sins
... the two remaining
are leftovers for you
2 comments:
Hi Pablo;
I see you've replaced your header photo. Too bad - the gals here at work liked the previous one ;)
Just wanted to let you know I've enjoyed your writing.
Would it be alright if I add blog.as.you.are to my blogroll at Hidden Shadows
Anna
Your descriptive skills are impressive! Each time I read 7 Sins I can visualize each line perfectly in my mind, especially my favorite section!
I believe you could describe the phone book, and make us all want to rush out and read it :-)
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