Her Poem by Floyd Crenshaw

Her



Love drenched statements
Tumult acid splashes
Instinct takes hold

Blood rushed veins
Energy spent sweat
Bodies known so well

Cascading curves cull the bull
Eyes large, dark, beautiful
Deliberate blinks,
Crinkle-creased, crow-track tease
Big eyes: tired, seasoned, mistaken

Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: relationship
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