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.:Poking Dots:.
"who she was? can’t tell, don’t know for sure
had my eyes wide open but
they weren’t knowing
they were blind & folded in a warm embrace
all this when they should’ve been fast asleep
caught up in another midnight creep
half past a bra strap that wouldn’t come undone
lust…wanted some but right then...my eyes
they wanting to feel & taste the curve of the polka dots
wanting to wander while wondering
wondering how they managed to dance and pop
blue, green, and purple purposely popping
passively; so pretty layered up on that mass of white satin
the demands about this made much more sense
more sense than the twin moons
the ones riding high trapped in that bra
could've been Victoria and her next to last secret
the one in repose enclosed by that dress
eyes had to confess, yeah I was a mess
get HIGH? she said be my guest
and after that maybe some soft slumber
maybe then some rest
but for now it was psychedelic skies
and I was about being that flight risk"
Published 13th Jun 2012
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Anonymous
13th Jun 2012 4:52pm
Cool :-) Love it-and although i know you aren't the fondest of my saying so-you have such a Bohemian beatnik style-I adore LOL...and I am sticking to that opinion as it returns with each read of your poetry-Peace, Miki :-))))
13th Jun 2012 5:18pm
