It’s a hazy Sunday afternoon
Jazz and the sound of a ticking clock
Smokey dreams
Make the earthly realm obsolete
And woman solely mine
Kicks off her shoes
And we kiss in cocktails of wine
Crimson lipstick stains on my face
A tattoo from the divine
2015
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Hi M. J. Now that sounds great at my age but a dream! Thank you for liking my poems “Spectrum of Colour! and Bus Stop!” Best Wishes. The Foureyed Poet.
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Want to know what a gorilla truly wants? Read his poetry. But beware darkness lurks, for this gorilla has his hand in the abyss. Oh also this gorilla sometimes writes with sexual themes
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