perfect stranger
carolee, deb & jill big tent poetry: monday prompt wordles;
photo: zapatos de tango 1, Super G, flickr
He was artlessly approachable
He could make anyone feel his ease
He would fondle your whole being from afar
He then pattern proof any deceit lingering too long in the air
He candidly set your crumpling resolve over there out of the way
He spoke a sapient mystical mumble
He avoided all with distant airs
He let you kiss him close
He never would capitulate
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I really liked, “He would fondle your whole being from afar” — I knew someone like that once. Dangerous!
Gosh I wish he was my dancing instructor!
this poem is a tango — the resisting. the giving in. the tease. nicely done!
What fun! A dance of words!
Yes, yes! I’m caught in the moment, too!
perfectly sexy!
Pamela
Hey Piece of Pie~ what a hot tango of words and bodily communication going on here. this is great.
sidenote: would you please email me at the address i’ve left? i wanted to share some things with you… have a great night.
wow. that is some dance…
wow!