hankarcher

Reflections, of sorts, in verse, of sorts.

Month: July, 2012

Accursed Wind

The same accursed wind
carries our hopes for one another
and desires soaked well in lust
for this. If only you and I
knew which or when
then
we could call out
greet him by name
attach a kiss
embrace
as he blew past

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photo Jo ©2012

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Words

I have these words but
you will only read today
and they took many tears
bottles and sunsets to compose.

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photo Jo ©2012

Like Whiskey

In that dress like whiskey I could
drink you much too quickly. Lick
then smack my lips and
beg another round.

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photo Jo ©2012