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passion's harlot
some stories begin at the end.
the end of a sweet & lowdown sexual encounter.
it was good. we both got our piece of the rainbow
from it; skyrockets & dirty words. then a lazy drift
on euphoric sails.
but for me the afterglow burns out quick. sure, I’m
there, close to her heat, she’s got her hand on my
thigh. but I’m gone, I’m doin’ the gypsy walk, broke
& hungry, in another desolate somewhere. she can
tell by the thousand-yard stare on my face. so she
stays quiet.
& she tallies her meager blessings. she got to cash
in stolen minutes under the smooth rhythm of a
crow-eyed lover. that puts her a notch ahead of
other lonely women…
we are castaways, she & I, with no desire to run
from this dark & sullen place; we reason that this
is where God meant to put us. here, where love is
a stranger.
long ago, I learned that love is a lion, love is big game.
& I don’t have the guts or the guns to enlist in that
perditious safari. I chase the smallest dreams.
so I stow my bag in her closet. I will toss my hat among
the brooding candles on her vanity. & I will spend the
rainy night in her bed. but I figure that don’t make me
a hero. because I know what I am.
& I know what she is…
Published 28th Oct 2014
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28th Oct 2014 12:02pm
Oh John your stories always make me on the edge of tears. I so relate to the loneliness of this woman. The sadness of sharing your bed with a man that you can touch yet is unattainable is like being yourself lost in the abyss. Thank you for sharing your gift sir
28th Oct 2014 1:22pm
28th Oct 2014 1:28pm
Love it! " she got to cash
in stolen minutes under the smooth rhythm of a
crow-eyed lover." You put inspiration in my sails, Darling. Damn you have such a sterling mind for creating an anguished scenes!
in stolen minutes under the smooth rhythm of a
crow-eyed lover." You put inspiration in my sails, Darling. Damn you have such a sterling mind for creating an anguished scenes!
28th Oct 2014 3:07pm
28th Oct 2014 5:12pm
28th Oct 2014 9:39pm
Sad but true of many JF....
the attitude 'something is better than nothing'....
But is it?
I think we become more desolate...it's not a good feel...
the attitude 'something is better than nothing'....
But is it?
I think we become more desolate...it's not a good feel...
28th Oct 2014 11:55pm
Such a poet, pulling at emotions that leaves our thoughts spinning. As always live the images you display
29th Oct 2014 2:47am
29th Oct 2014 3:35am
"but I figure that don’t make me
a hero. because I know what I am.
& I know what she is…"
you're like a fine malbec Mister Feddeler... better with each sip.
a hero. because I know what I am.
& I know what she is…"
you're like a fine malbec Mister Feddeler... better with each sip.
29th Oct 2014 4:37pm
Beautifully and Wonderfully Written Sir
fav lines:
"we both got our piece of the rainbow
from it; skyrockets & dirty words. then a lazy drift on euphoric sails."
and this:
I’m gone,I’m doin’ the gypsy walk, broke
& hungry, in another desolate somewhere. she can
tell by the thousand-yard stare on my face. so she
stays quiet.
fav lines:
"we both got our piece of the rainbow
from it; skyrockets & dirty words. then a lazy drift on euphoric sails."
and this:
I’m gone,I’m doin’ the gypsy walk, broke
& hungry, in another desolate somewhere. she can
tell by the thousand-yard stare on my face. so she
stays quiet.
29th Oct 2014 5:45pm
1st Feb 2017 7:45am
Where love is a stranger
and poetry is a beautiful woman;
Masterfully written, John...
and poetry is a beautiful woman;
Masterfully written, John...
