poMotion poetry

Voyeur

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A shadow blowing smoke.
I am a single orange eye
across the parking lot.

Two shadows dance
framed by a night bright gazebo,
a velvet forest backdrop.

Music in their heads
pulses rhythm lower.
Flesh of hands, of face have become
naked bodies.
Flesh, unashamed.

Lips meet.
Persistent butterflies
battling for the same space.
Small gasps escape
mouths half open.

Even the trees seem to turn away, embarrassed.

I wait a moment longer.
A flash through my mind (you) and
I leave to go home and feed my cats.

 

Sue Zalokar

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Written by lickmypoetry

January 12, 2011 at 11:25 pm

5 Responses

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  1. Ooooo! Gorgeous! It’s erotic in an outdoor kinda way. Very nice.

    kolembo

    January 13, 2011 at 2:30 am

  2. “Lips meet.
    Persistent butterflies
    battling for the same space.
    Small gasps escape
    mouths half open.”… this sets a nice palatte for the painting!

    dldselfnarration

    January 13, 2011 at 6:04 am

  3. you are amazing…
    this is so different and descriptive
    awesome. great poem.

    Evelyn

    January 13, 2011 at 8:08 am

  4. Such a passionate and beautiful scene you create in these lines…very well written.

    slpmartin

    January 13, 2011 at 9:11 am

  5. This is a beautiful poem, Thank you,
    Peace to you,
    Laz

    lazfreedman

    January 13, 2011 at 4:31 pm


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