Flesh and bone

August charred anything breathing
Especially if you went out after dawn
Everyone thought I was just reading
Biding my time but silently dreaming
Of love dipping in midnight passions
Dehydration plays with imaginations
I used to wait mostly by the window
Watching that amberoid ball lumber
Around suppertime she’d be glancing
Between those ivory sheer curtains
An hour later she’d go out for a walk
I be out there- conveniently waiting
Summer sweat dripping of my body
She’d smile and wink; I followed along
Down a dirt road to the fishing pond
Summer heat needs some cooling off
But man! I was just warming up
No one noticed we were missing
Their laughter’s echoes in the breeze
But I sure wasn’t missing anything
Her pale skin glowed in moonlight
I was convinced she was all goddess
A pair of bare silhouettes splashing
Churning up more than shallow waters
More than a simple boy could handle
Her hair danced in the setting sun
Amber tint black just like molasses
She could have colored me blind
I tell you, I wouldn’t have minded
My soul was flirting with danger
Nearing midnight, she lit us on fire
Time after time I nearly lost conscious
I was willingly caught in her clutch
Only the good Lord could have saved me
But thankfully, he was far too busy
My whole childhood; coming undone
She took me to insanity … and then some

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3 thoughts on “Flesh and bone

  1. “Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.” – Marianne Williamson

  2. So many tantalizing images and sounds. Such intense emotion! Love it

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