AFTER
by Adam Sifre
You haven't lived until she dances just for you,
under the kitchen lights,
naked except for the gray cotton shirt;
Southside Johnny demanding
'Talk to meee!'
Freedom, love and light -- the trifecta of bad poetry--
She embodies, makes holy.
She laughs, arms waving above her head.
The gray cotton shirt pulled higher...
Magic.
Her joy calls out, and even the stones respond.
She leans closer
still dancing, singing;
noses touch, more laughing.
You haven't lived until she dances just for you
in the small hours under kitchen lights.
Sifre, Adam (2012-04-28). My Little Black Book (Kindle Locations 55-57). I've Been Deader Publishing. Kindle Edition.
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Author's Note
I don't know if it's my best, but it's my favorite, because it's true.
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Effective and lyrical.
I LOVE this! *
Thanks Gary and Jake.
this is something wonderful.
Thank you very much Meg.
This captures the ephemeral essence of desire; it is love at its best. *
Thank you Brenda.
Send her my way! *
No way Matt. My ex got the house, and this woman took my heart. I'm done giving stuff away :).
I like the poem, that's one, two, it's probably true that I haven't lived (along these lines), not untrue. *
Thanks Ann.