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Hannah: Make Sure She Wears A Dress

by Andrew S Adams

i made a mark across your back,
a brand name bearing no logo or slogan-
a straight red line stretching from shoulder
to the sliding hips sitting atop unsteady legs-
three or four whiskey sours chased by
two or three grain belt premiums leave
them unsure of how to coherrently proceed;

they also leave
my hands less inhibited, less gentle
yet no less passionate

we are operating on the assumption that
the feeling in our fingertips,
the touch of lip to lip,
and the reckless words that slip
will guide us forward sure footed;

and though every word is incoherrant
and tangled in a tango dancing with desperate
breaths, communication commences
regardless of the obstacles; the few letters and
syllables that escape through the air
are not of consequence;
every movement, glance, scratch and bite
are perfectly understood-

and in the morning, when the mind is unclear with the details
our skin, like paper
keeps a meticulous record of what's transpired;
saved for future reference.


Posted on 04/22/2009
Copyright © 2022 Andrew S Adams

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kris Mara on 04/22/09 at 12:03 PM

wow, vivid...the sounds weave excellently throughout

Posted by Bradd Howard on 04/25/09 at 08:08 PM

I LOVE that last stanza. great write and I was pulled in by the title alone. good read. keep 'em comin'

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 03/13/11 at 12:45 AM

"our skin, like paper keeps a meticulous record of what's transpired; saved for future reference" - really a brilliant ending.

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