Out Loud
his voice
makes my
poems cook
like a tin saucepan
on a gas range
his inflection--
feverish, hot
this choice
does satisfy
a brief look
a blink, a scan
moments of change
such perfection
within earshot
true, his voice
like big sky
an unfettered outlook
blue heat, he can
exchange
predilection
for fresh thought
5 comments:
OMG...we miss you soooooo much.
excellent piece. I have to go back and catch up.
today is the lovely ladies b-day. hit her up...you know the digits. laters
Whew! Somebody got a fan?
sexy. i love this.
i have GOT to catch up! I'm missing out on my education.
Hotness!
We both have to catch up!
Nice work.
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