Poetry For Everyday People
Words On Ice
Purple velvet Queens chair
with matching ottoman,
sits on her balcony
awaiting her comfort,
sun diving into the ocean
and she steps out,
she slips her flip
flops off, sits back
in her chair, puts her
feet up, points her toes
at the sun sinking, takes a sip
of red wine, grabs half
a joint from her Moroccan
ashtray, lights it, lights
the candle on her little
table,
she takes a long drag,
holds it, blows out into
forever, she moves her soles
against the ottoman, she can
feel me needing her, she smiles,
relaxing, knowing, she needs time
away, she needs the sun going down
on her,
and I watch her unwind, pour her
a little more wine, kiss her soles until
she winks, until she feels it too,
her ultimate satisfaction is my
preferred air.
with matching ottoman,
sits on her balcony
awaiting her comfort,
sun diving into the ocean
and she steps out,
she slips her flip
flops off, sits back
in her chair, puts her
feet up, points her toes
at the sun sinking, takes a sip
of red wine, grabs half
a joint from her Moroccan
ashtray, lights it, lights
the candle on her little
table,
she takes a long drag,
holds it, blows out into
forever, she moves her soles
against the ottoman, she can
feel me needing her, she smiles,
relaxing, knowing, she needs time
away, she needs the sun going down
on her,
and I watch her unwind, pour her
a little more wine, kiss her soles until
she winks, until she feels it too,
her ultimate satisfaction is my
preferred air.
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