Body Language by Jon-Jacob F Dealsweaty, sated
limbs all a-tangle
sex-drunk I spoke
like I believed in forever
though by the sentry eyes
in your fortress-heart face
I knew you didn't trust my easy tongue
the ripe words that sounded vinegar
even as they left decanter lips;
oh, the things we say
when our balls are empty
and our hearts are full 05/14/2004 Posted on 05/14/2004 Copyright © 2024 Jon-Jacob F Deal
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by JD Clay on 05/14/04 at 01:45 PM Now there is a novel approach. A dichotomy of emotion that lets loose with both barrels. Good stuff, JJ.
Pe4ce... |
Posted by Ashok Sharda on 05/16/04 at 12:29 PM Yes, charged by the energies, refined and powerful. |
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 05/16/04 at 10:20 PM Short, punchy, quite effective. Dynamite close out in those last two lines. Kudos! |
Posted by Leslie Ann Eisenberg on 05/17/04 at 02:16 PM sex-drunk I spoke
like I believed in forever...so original, so brutally honest, the way you artfully describe this moment. . |
Posted by Frankie Sanchez on 06/26/09 at 05:25 AM oh the things we say. well said. |
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