You brush your hair in the evenings
Humid curls with every stroke
As if moist fingers tousled your locks
You say it's the damp heat
In our room
So I turn on the AC
And enjoy this sky blue fiddle
She walks to the kitchen counter
Her robe half open
He admires a peek of her breast
As she goes on about her business
Yet shudders at the depths of life
And death
Between her legs
If I would've surrendered
Like a civilian told to throw
The white flag
In the trenches
My reward would proudly
Be a house
With too many bathrooms
And a bed that's just
For me
To sleep
©2012 Anthony Desmond Scott. All Rights Reserved.
31 comments:
Damn, that last bit literally gave me shivers! Another fantastic poem with depth, Anthony. Also, I love "sky blue fiddle" and "As if moist fingers tousled your locks".
shudders at the depths of life
And death
Between her legs
whew what a wicked line man....and the finale...rock solid...and the too many bathrooms may not be bad but the bed is cold...
Dude- the ending of this was so tight. This told me a bitter tale- of lust unfulfilled- and maybe rightly so- the bed for just you to keep in....who is this woman I wonder?....loving your sharp, raw poems- I really am. So good.
P.s got 'The light The dead see' by Stanford - damn- so good.
Amazing ending!
exquisite writing Anthony, just beautiful.
Beautiful look at the power of love and lust.
heck...the shudders at the depths of life
And death
Between her legs...made me shiver..and then that closure..damn
yes, me, too, shivers...
as always, i am moved by the depth of your words, your perspective, your mastery.
Incredible piece. Just...really, there are no other words.
oh man! this is up there with your best for sure - it has your stamp all over it - refined to within an inch of a personal aesthetic that i admire
for its balls out individuality and above all - awesome lines of poetry :)
Shudders too. Love and life is all so precarious if not handled just right. So sad to lose someone to either.
Fabulous writing!
Yet shudders at the depths of life
And death
Between her legs ......
a great write!
Fabulous ending.
This gave me goosebumps.
Just... exquisite.
Damn.
too many bathrooms -> can there be such a thing?
Another memorable poem from you, one that haunts.
Great ending and I think you really are a fearless poet--you write what others (maybe like me) are afraid to but want to--anyway--loving this piece!
Sharp and so perceptive for someone (sorry) still so young...just great, A.D
This demands a second and third reading, it's so brilliant. You are amazing. What I see is someone stuck in a mundane life fantasizing what it could have been with someone else.
Good work this week, Anthony.
Home run hit. Touch down pass. What ever you want to call it.
Yet shudders at the depths of life
And death
Between her legs - That's just beyond amazing.
Great work.
This poem is really deep. Definite feelings of regret just coming out of every line. Well done.
Far too many people find that out too late. Excellent poem, Anthony--one of my instant favorites of yours.
Oh, but Anthony you would never have surrendered who you are. This then is a cautionary tale for others. Know yourself before you engage in unions that will not matter, will not satisfy, will not endure. Awesome, friend!
Love this. Makes one feel like you dodged the proverbial bullet...as it should. Amazing poem.
The ending rocked. Excellent energy aand a voice that commands attention. I enjoyed this a lot.
Can only say "way to kewl " thoroughly enjoyed
shivers is the right word - really tight!
Mad and crazy poetry. This is just great writing. The twists and turns. You never linger to long in one place, thought, image. You lead us to believe one thing, only to introduce us to another. I love reading your poetry man. I do.
Yeah, end here is really strong.. I dig it.
Perfect build to the most amazing turn... you play a fiddle with inspired fingers Anthony. Loved it on first read..second merely confirmed the craft of it..and yet so fresh on the page. Clever. But the emotional strike, floored.
I like the picture of this pleasure put on pause perhaps by doubt, fear or just resistance for resistance sake.
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