poetess

Posted by Robert Anderson On Wednesday, September 16, 2009 0 comments


she's a poetess
who masks fantasies beneath her
alluring eyes,
convulsing in soul so she may
empty her persuasion
while
dwindling hours
feel for their pulse

the secrets in her laden heart,
calm and pretty by the trickling of
her pouring tears,
often escape to the canvas' face
(because she's more of an artist than anything)
and sacrifice their purity
for her audience's circulating delight

she's a poetess--
one who has seldom known
the truth of love nor has ever felt
the breath of a lover against her silken flesh
(and who has only thought
to draw out her deepest yearnings)

but oh, at intervals like honey
i sense i can honestly say,
for her seducing gift alone, that i love her...
this desirable
poetess.

Posted by Robert Anderson at Wednesday, September 16, 2009
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