Quicksand
God damn you women get me all
twisted up thinking oohrahrah and lala
about us about our night together you
beg me to hang out you say you want
to get to know me you want to come over
and watch movies with me and meet my dog
you say you've never met anyone like me
that I could be the greatest the best
make your eyes melt mama yet
when it comes down to it you're scared
you don't know what you want you don't
want to get all used up and you
leave me you leave this imprint on me
but it's okay I'll love you anyway
take you back into my arms and
we'll celebrate into the night
skin touching eyes dodging bodies
dancing while I fall into you —
can't ever find my way out.
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James,this is brave and your POV took off my toupee. I connect so much with the fearlessness and vulnerability of this speaker. This is rare for me.
Oh fabulous Robert! As D'Arcy wrote, it's brave.
It's fearless.
It's true the way men want it to be true, about the way they think of women, the back and forthing.
I love this man who is a serious lover of women!
Star from me, as well.
Thank you both very much. I'm glad you connected. This piece is easily one of my most personal.
wow, you've got IT in a big way.
Bravo.
Thanks, Sara. :)
I like this - headlong and honest. I also like the poem's shape, the way it relies on flow of words, and unbroken by stanza or line-breaks has the effect of a single shout. Favorited.
Thanks, George.