Dog Shoes Wood Floors
Any comments about this poem of mine?
Once I wrote this as a selfish jerk, but reminsicing about some old times. Do not even remember the title. I think it's "Fall Times" or something. I do not use "I" a lot in my poems. Fleece downtime brown leather tall removed. Arcos naked, bare ankles, feet, undressed. Your dog is gone. The door is closed, the ride is done. Hardwood floors, we lost the sun and no shoes. Women now face is the moon. Ginger drinking maritime counter tops while sharing stories behind the shadows of the kitchen and cognac. barter lust. To hear the "crack" his bare feet walking and hiking in the woods … coax her friend, he comes down. She fed me without fear, his boots were seeing.
I have to tell you, if they were being selfish or not, that was just beautiful and rigorous manner. Scanning of images and language in each corner. Thanks, I go to bed with a good poem in my head.
Breaking And Entering
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