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3/14/2015
by Steve MichaelsShe was Alice near midnight when
frogs astride soap boxes brayed
their discontent at smoke
rings and a defecating dog.
Sweater still stinging with warmth of
a quick embrace and timid kiss
my moment of reflection and rising
smile
Alice, don't creep through my
backyard tonight
don't wring your hands in eager
anticipation of a wet and
oozing heart fighting
your grasp
Ok, Cupid, you know the truth
I am a hungry dog roaming
salty streets searching out
hidden morsels of candor laced
with well-marbled song.
Alice will break my heart, this is
the truth
she will break and I will submit
prostrate and humbled under gleeful
charms.
But for tonight, Alice, kiss me
like the child I am and
hug me like tomorrow is
not
03/14/2015 Posted on 03/15/2015
Copyright © 2025 Steve Michaels
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 03/15/15 at 09:38 AM *Stellar* |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 03/15/15 at 04:55 PM "Ok, Cupid, you know the truth
I am a hungry dog roaming
salty streets searching out
hidden morsels of candor laced
with well-marbled song." Loved this. |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 03/15/15 at 10:59 PM Looking forward to sharing this with my daughter in love to take her mind off her troubles. Great timing.
*Smiles* from a f.r.o.g. loving Alice ;-) |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 03/17/15 at 03:00 PM Alice sounds like happy prey for that Cupid hunter! Loved this!!! |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 03/19/15 at 06:18 PM a great poem, Steve, What good is any woman to a man if the peril that she may shatter his heart most profoundly isn't there? a woman is to a man what a chair and a whip is to a lion. I believe the idea is to cage then tame. what man needs a ball and chain when he has a woman wrapped around him as if he were under house arrest? |
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