Instantaneous: The Waiter Poem by Michelle FloydYou draw a simper
from the space between our greetings
where your obedience transcends
the edges of me
and a gaze goes wordlessly
beneath the table
I am at the mercy
of your amenity
Whisking coffee by the same measure
we undress our eyes
like esurient thieves of communication
You curve the lines of me with acquiescence
as I embed your body in a single glimpse
of soundless regard
forming a response on the slant
of your hips
And you serve me open-palmed to the intimacy
of disrobing smiles
as my compulsions trace you
every time you slide the cheque
Onto my table 01/26/2005 Author's Note: His name was Arion. Seriously. He was beautiful.
Posted on 01/26/2005 Copyright © 2024 Michelle Floyd
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Mark Maxey on 01/27/05 at 01:05 AM OMG I voted on this too...and I now I know you....OMG welcome hon...you will love this place....OMG I loved this too! SHould have known it was you! :P |
Posted by Michelle Angelini on 01/27/05 at 04:00 AM Michelle, welcome to pathetic. Now that the guys have spoken, I just want to tell you I enjoyed reading your poem. It's sensual and suggestive without being blatant. Wonderful!
~Chelle~ |
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 03/24/10 at 06:49 PM Smokin' POTD! Scrumptious word choices here. Thank you. |
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