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If you see Alice
by Steve MichaelsIf you see Alice standing
by the beside fascinated
with rumpled sheets, a
stray brown curl atop the
wet ring left from vigorous
interchange and smells of the sea
If you see Alice lazily lick
her lips while buffing
her thighs with clenched
fists and bleating out
short, gasping and salacious
air-kisses
If you see Alice crawling
onto your stomach and reaching
back behind to cup your boiling
jewels in a crafty clench while
painting your groin with a salty
spray that only Poseidon understands
If you see Alice at the library,
driving her convertible PT Cruiser, dancing
atop the bar at Alton's, shopping for body
lotion and wine at Harris Teeter, waking up
blearily next to you with a smirk on her
face; please, tell her I miss her.
11/01/2010 Posted on 11/01/2010
Copyright © 2025 Steve Michaels
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kimberly Bare on 11/02/10 at 10:51 PM This is remarkable, and piercing! |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 11/03/10 at 12:36 AM WOW, how mamy of us have one or more standing somewhere across the country or the other side of the world that we can say that about. A nice write about someone you care about. Well done. I guess I've been very luck, I still remember a Belgium nurse. I seem to have a fetish for nurses. |
| Posted by Jim Benz on 11/15/10 at 04:30 PM "to cup your boiling / jewels in a crafty clench ..." Ouch! But, despite the cringe, this is a very well-crafted poem Steve. nice job. |
| Posted by Johnny Crimson on 12/21/10 at 02:53 AM Alice roams the town round here too. Great stuff. |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 04/23/11 at 06:21 AM I had read it once before, but suddenly, it makes more sense for some reason. Heh. |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 07/19/11 at 02:53 AM Intense and awesome...I'm a fan. |
| Posted by Kris Mara on 09/28/12 at 03:04 AM holy cow, this delivers, line for line down the page...I love the imagery and sounds throughout...amazing |
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