A bewildering savvy
like a crooked smile
seducing the pants off
your body, one leg at
a time. It’s some smug
indifference laughing
quietly on the inside
because the bastard
knows something sly,
and solemn calming
deep within the fair
toothy grin adorning
his celestial, sexual
body that you can’t
seem to get enough
of. He’ll charm you
and stay distant all
at the same time,
because he’s made
a game of the dance,
waxing and waning
from your scornful
wicked watching eyes.
He shadow dances on
the dim corners of your
body, touching you gently
in every place you ask.
I am the best thing you've never heard of.
I hold a Bachelor's in English, History and Secondary Education, and a Master's in English: Creative Writing, though my appearance belies intelligence.
My goal in life is to write and to be read. It's a modest stretch by most imaginations.
To most I'm amazing.
It all depends on your definition of literary merit.
All poems contained on this blog are ©Thomas Boersma unless otherwise noted.
Monday, January 18, 2010
Poem-A-Day: Day 67
Lucky Charm
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One of my students turned in a concrete poem recently and I thought of you.
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