P O E T I C --- P A I N T I N G S


"Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen" -- da Vinci

To write poetry, you must read and, read some more -- Me





Feb 27, 2009

double-dutch, boston creme and hell


by Deborah White







it's in the crochet
of night when
he's at his worst.

understand,

it's his scent
that makes
my mouth water


aromas velcro
his progeny
beneath my arms,

saddle-bag my hips

spice-trails seep
through holes of
temperance
and control

saccharine comfort
is the burlesque of a man's
blue-balled dream

can tap a woman's
"g" time and time again

satisfaction


deadly is sin's
third son

he wakes me
coerces a quiet
slip downstairs

to pillage sanctity's
double-dutch fudge
no brainer

plunder purity's
boston creme circled
and dumped
promises


yet, gluttony
never once
mentions

-- this immorality against
myself --

in hell,

I'd be force-fed
rats, toads, and snakes

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