ms. vodka

I read your words aloud to you,
lying in my arms in the morning,
and I wonder if it was love
for love or love of poetry
which made you raise your pen.
Your words hang like laundry,
clean patterns across a taut line.

I read myself to you, your head
on my breast, brain to heart, my voice
resonating mono through my chest.
The dripping faucet keeps our time
as I wind and unwind your damp
hair around my index finger.

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my finger's on the trigger and my eyes are on the prize

Baron

"your words hang like laundry", didn't create an image for me that flows with the rest of the poem. Apart from that, another good read.

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Foxee

Really good to read, ms. vodka. Beautiful imagery, simple straightforward questioning, lovely how the words sit on the ear.

'Taught' ought to be 'taut' though.

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ms. vodka

baron: thanks for thee comment and suggestion. broken image is like broken link. maybe i can fix it. it feels good to write again tho.

foxee: ugh i hate it when i do that with the misspelling of the words. how embarrassing. thanks for the heads up and the compliment.

xxx
jen

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my finger's on the trigger and my eyes are on the prize

Baron

I can't wait to see what you do with this.

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