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Sable ( Adult)

by Ken Harnisch

Yes, love, wear the black again tonight

And sit beside me in the car

We may drive long into the dark

But I think we will not go that far

For sable has its way with you

And clings to sensual valleys so

And I, who lose resolve so fast

Know just the place my fingers go

So flesh, once cool, will slowly pink

And soft moans rise, as does the moon

And a temple seeking worshippers

Will open to the reverent soon

‘Til we are lost, though not gone far

In white hot fire, inside my car      

 

07/20/2001

Posted on 06/12/2003
Copyright © 2022 Ken Harnisch

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kate Demeree on 06/13/03 at 12:03 AM

This brought a smile to my face... oh yeah it's Adult, but also timeless.

Posted by Glenn Currier on 06/13/03 at 02:17 AM

Oh, sable will never be the same for me after reading this. I love the soft sound of the word as well as its connotation... embellished here to the tenth power by an artist-poet-lover extraordinaire. You have made THIS car transport beyond the miles of land. I am breathless.

Posted by Melissa Arel on 06/13/03 at 06:34 PM

Tsk, Tsk! :)

Posted by Jennifer L Banks on 06/14/03 at 06:22 PM

I like this piece a lot! Good work!

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 06/14/03 at 06:56 PM

Whoa! It's getting steamy hot in here. Roll down all the windows!!

Posted by Charles E Minshall on 06/15/03 at 06:14 PM

Having helped steam a few windows in the past this brings back fond memories....Charlie

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