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BED SKIRT

by Terry Olynik

Your quicksilver skin
Against
My viral skin.

In a night
Of police sirens,
Toaster oven fires
And
Broken promises,
We plead
For air conditioned
Relief.

If tonight
Was indeed the night,
Under these violet sheets
Covered in cat hair
And
Unspecified remorse,
I knew
The jig was up -
When
You complimented me
On
My boots
And
My surrender.

12/03/2008

Posted on 12/04/2008
Copyright © 2024 Terry Olynik

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Anita Mac on 12/04/08 at 04:50 AM

I love when you knew the jig was up. Well done.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 12/04/08 at 05:11 AM

Ok, this I like.

Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 12/04/08 at 05:48 AM

Badass opening line. Love it.

Posted by Paul Marino on 10/15/11 at 11:19 PM

nice

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