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Sunday Legs

by D. $ Fontera

Member since 2004 · Posted 29 Jan 2006 · 6 comments

Tomorrow is late coming But you in flesh High skirted strides Fool me into thinking of August When the heat folds Your hair sideways Like conch-shell swirls And the Sunday legs Of my desire Criss-cross beneath you You You are infamous The diamonds that sparkle On your throat Curtain my spinning eyes From that Sunday smile And a blouse that cuts Deep veins below your shoulders

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6 comments

[7] amanda_dcosta 29-Jan-06/1:01 AM Reply
Who are you writing about? must be one somebody to inspire you so. Good for you.
[8] Ranger 29-Jan-06/4:02 AM Reply
Very sexy, made me think of movie stars.
[9] ALChemy 29-Jan-06/12:31 PM Reply
"Your hair sideways like conch-shell swirls" is a great line. Get at least two more lines like that and it's an automatic 10 from me.
[8] LilMsLadyPoet 2-Feb-06/7:57 PM Reply
The first stanza could stand alone...and stand solid, at that! It wasn't as well, pulled together, to me, after that. Very nice, all-in-all, though! It seems you just stopped, rather than ended this.
"And a blouse that cuts
Deep veins below your shoulders"....?
[8] LilMsLadyPoet 2-Feb-06/7:58 PM Reply
Catchy Title!
[8] Scarlett 20-Apr-06/12:45 PM Reply
The first stanza had my attention and visuals in a swirl, but the ending wasn't as bold as I was looking forward to.