Please See Yourself Out

The poet's here to contemplate, in candlelight,
A couple drinks now warm within, the form
He sees: a dense array of stirring curves, a
Cheek, a shoulder, breasts, and hips, and legs,
Both folded at the knee, upon a blanket,
All so starkly lit; so clearly more an urgent summons
Than a thing to contemplate, and, thus, the poet
Begs your leave. He must be off to bed.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2013-01-06 at 13:45

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