by Melanie J Yarbrough
scrubbing off nail polish
when he walks in
his voice is static, paper thin
his seduction is transparent-
summer nights are fans
and that sticky place behind my knees
I discover after sitting for a while.
Feel the bead of unearned sweat slide between the blades
Author's Note: found in an old file with the word oh in it.
Posted on 07/30/2008
Copyright © 2023 Melanie J Yarbrough
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by George Hoerner on 07/31/08 at 12:51 AM|
I agree with Sarah Mae. I reads well but you could go a lot of places with it.
|Posted by Meghan Helmich on 07/31/08 at 06:21 PM|
i find it difficult to come back to poems written so long ago. maybe revision, but not addition. you know?
|Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 08/02/08 at 03:18 PM|
i can't help but feel that something is missing here, but at the same time there is a separation between the two stanzas and characters that i think is about perfect... there is so much said here...
|Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 08/03/08 at 12:10 AM|
Feel the humid night, the sultriness, the lack of desire even though "seduction is transparent".
|Posted by Richard Vince on 06/23/19 at 09:40 PM|
a most deserving POTD. so much atmosphere in so few words.