Enigma Man
It seemed
rare this rapid-breathing-enigma
Who had sat quietly beside her in Freshman English
Unknown, this insistent clench of fingers
This
power from the poetry writer with hair in his eyes
Bursting
from the world they created over coffee
From scratching
pens on paper and rolled sleeved shirts to
Slick shining flesh and the
rustle of sheets now beneath, over, above,
And then with a sudden hurl of covers to the floor
And then with a sudden hurl of covers to the floor
Spacious,
this hunger
Unquenched, by the spasm that burst
Through
all the pretty words, to hurl them both
Tumbling over the breathless horizon
Tumbling over the breathless horizon
Where a
new poem waited
this poem was written for and shared at The Sunday Whirl and also posted at Poets United Poetry Pantry #129 PEACE-LOVE-LIGHT now in this holiday season and all through the year :)
