Siriasis, Poem 2023-0603

Below is a poem I wrote long ago when a days-long hot summer sun baked more than the land around us.

You are full brazen,
Your swollen tan lies crisp on sunbaked sand.
You call attention to a distraction and her snug rounded smooth firm thighs
But you take her breasts in hand instead.
Seductive anticipation:
You promise her the taste of fried chicken skin
And so her mouth waters all woman—
Course and raspy pudding under foot.

But she is short on your mind:
She is the shadow of a soporiferous color.

You set her aside for a long look at naked dancing girls—
Their bold vees fit well for the Valencia republic.
Your lamentations bay to the one who will take your grasp,
Your espousals become the smell of arid nicotine,
You promise motherhood to girls offering views of their paunches
But your oaths tumble over ecstasy stains on fingers rolling dry leaves.

You offer to make a pretty face with unpainted lips your wife.
She makes no promises,
She is only hungry now to know the heart.

That’s all for now. Thanks for reading.

Peace and love.

Steve, 6/3/2023

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