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Erica Francis Poems
It is true: My husband has never taken out
In all honesty
In all honesty today has been something out of the ordinary.
This is not a poem about passion this is not a poem about love
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Your eyes are the colour of water but it is completely frozen over and there is no way into your vision unless I somehow warm you up first
For a woman like me it is improper to act such things.
This is my application I plan to dazzle I plan to inspire
Kind Paris under my feet. The clack of heels
Whore wearing knickers
She strutted about in her knickers yelling maledictions at the passers-by not caring who would be offended by such a crude inturpretation
Unknown words flow through my mind in hopes of reaching the light at the end
Put on a happy face
I'm happy for you my dear I put on my happy face
Mother may I
Mother may I throw food around because I am contrary as an infant?
A pirates tale (Not a very good poem.)
Yo ho, me hearties A pirate be I. I swabbin' the deck
I want to taste
I want to taste the spot just below your ear, where
For the love of
For the love of my shoe collection, this woman has heels
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It is true:
from our little house
in the suburbs.
taken our children
out for the night
as I sit
on the porch in a witch hat.
come home from
a long day
to a special meal
I have prepared
just for him.
told me he loves me
beside a warm fire
on our honeymoon.
But he will.