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Other Glimpses

Poetry By: Wilbur

Glimpses at humans this time. Some glimpses, some humans...

Submitted:Apr 14, 2012    Reads: 24    Comments: 10    Likes: 7   

Other Glimpses

Rising heat and flush
Quickened breaths catch and release
Caught out red-handed

Don't pull and don't push
No wiggling and no forcing
Fish hook barbs set deep

Though deaf the woman
Feels the percussion and beat
And begins dancing

Hands rest on white sheets
Flesh so pink for one called white
Pink is a color

One look warm and kind
One look critical and cold
Comfort comes in waves

In the Garden
Summer night party
Fairy lights, drinks and laughter
Hide his touching her

Beat eggs, sift flour, mix
Now the dough must sit and rest
She waits, hums softly

Shadow Play
Light seems to flicker
Off then on, first there then gone
Curtains stir at night


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